Soap for Jesus

Here, enjoy a scribbling I did to enter a competition at my bestie's Pet Day last year. I'd forgotten I'd written this. I have ridden on a train before. The noise alone brings back scary memories for me. My last owner used to take me to work with him sometimes, and he wasn't...wasn't very nice to me. So to be sitting inside one, with the people and the noise and all the usually calm trees and buildings blurring...it was too much. I sat there panting, shaking, so hot and dizzy. I seriously thought I might die. My mistress tried to talk to me me. She told me that she loved me, that I was special and her good boy. She called me all her special names and pulled me onto her lap, tucking my head against her shoulder, trying to absorb my terror. I wriggled free, bouncing onto the next seat and attempting to climb over the edge of it. She tugged me back by my lead until I was on the chair again, at which I gave up and curled into a ball, still shaking. Don'