in the manner that I had learned, eyes downcast. He lead me from one side of the room to the other, investigating the amenities.

We would be staying here? Oh boy... A real FLOOR to sleep on instead of the warmth-stealing ground or straw...

I knew my place, at my owner's feet or in his bed if he should decide he wanted me that way.

But... ohhhhhh... sun-warmed planks, and maybe instead of those cold iron bindings, Master would be kind and use the leather ones.

I love them...