Bellisario paced around his stall, snorting at all the new smells and sounds. He knew that this was what his mistress needed but he didn't care for all the people walking by or being locked up in this stall. He would do his best to be okay with it, since his mistress needed to be here. He pawed at the bedding of his stall and snorted as another person walked by.

(Sorry just had the dying urge to write and my character is kind of busy at the moment. Might add another character.)