The next morning, Babs removed the feeding gag and blinder, and I was permitted to stand and look around. The first thing I noticed was the new barred door in the wall beside my leash ring and I tried to see through the tightly spaced shafts into the brightly lit chamber beyond.
“That’s your new Exercise and Torture Cell!” Babs exclaimed with a happy smile. “Soon, you’ll get to enjoy it every day, whether you want to or not!”
My life continued normally for the next two days, and I spent hours staring through the new door into this latest room to be added to my HSA, trying to see what had been done. The new part of the HSA had only one opening; the door I looked through, because the airshaft window in its other wall had been cemented completely closed and was no longer even apparent. A gr
