She paced back in forth, back in forth…the iron bars standing between her and freedom.  They were cold, solid, and invincible.  Back and forth, the little dog patted.  She paused, glanced out at the world with eyes of longing, and then went back to her pacing.  She’d been served breakfast…there it sat in her bowl, untouched.  She’d been given a blanket, soft and fluffy.  It lay crumpled in the corner of her cage…unused.  She was small, small enough that she could have been content with her cage…it was plenty big enough.  But the little dog was pacing…in fact she’d been pacing for days.  She wanted out.  Needed out.  She wanted to be free.