She clipped the collar on my neck and took a step back. “I don’t know, John,” she said. “It makes you look…” “Like a pet?” I asked. She nodded, not exactly in approval. I looked in the mirror at the way it nestled into my fur. My tail began to wag. I felt… Protected. A warm comfort spread through me as I brushed my hands through the fur on my neck, feeling the leather strap taming my wild passion. It looked out of place o...