Part 17 - Mavis meets George

Mavis crouched in the corner of her dog cell, trembling. They had taken away her sweater at the door. The noise was constant. Yapping and whining echoed from the cement floors to the damp ceilings and there was a constant dim ringing of paw scratching on the chain link kennels. When a person walked through, all of the other dogs would yap. All except Mavis and George. George lay there like a glacier in his kennel, apparently oblivious to the noise. Mavis crouched, with the glassy stare of a lifer, a low growl persistently rumbling in her small chest cavity.