"Buddy!!!!!" I barked with happiness, my anger gone. Buddy hobbled to my cage, wagging his tail like a flag, his eyes gleaming with joy. This. This was the dog I knew. I grinned at him and noticed how slow he was. He was very old, probably 10 years by now. "Zip, the living nightmare, told me where you guys went." he chuckled. "I tried to stop him from coming, but he wouldn't listen." I said. "It was a joy to have a youngster around again." When he said 'again' I could see he was struggling not to cry. Trying to change the subject, I asked, "Can you get me out of here, pal?" He unlocked the cage and out I pranced, happy to be able to move about! Zip came running in and chattered, "Fido!! You're free!" then he walked up real close so only I could here and said, "I told ya you always gotta stick with your friends, and thats what I told 'im. Man... what a slowpoke on the way here! My grandmother walks faster than him!" I chuckled and gave Zip a lick on the head, then nuzzled Buddy. "I'm so glad you came for me." I said, for I need not to explain, best friends know everything about eachother, we don't need to say it. Suddenly the door opened and in came Jimmy and Mark. Both their eyes turned to flares of fire when they saw Buddy, for they knew him well, indeed.