Barbara kicked and whimpered as she started to dream.
Barbara whimpered as she backed into a chain-link metal fence. The lights above her were burning bright. The crowd watching her cheered loudly. Barbara hated it there. She always hated putting on a show and then being taken into the back and getting locked up in a wooden crate.
"Get in there, you mutt!" she heard the boss' voice yell.
Barbara turned to look at the boss, but she never saw his face. He always sat in the front a few inches away from the fence, but his face was always hidden in the shadows. Barbara felt a foot kick her from the fence to the middle of the arena.
"I'd sure hate to ruin that pretty face of yours", she heard.
She looked up to see a dog bigger than her. He was drooling with his sharp teeth bared as he growled. Barbara screamed as he lunged at her.
"Barbara! Barbara, wake up!"
Barbara screamed as she opened her eyes to see Brian shaking her out of her nightmare.
"Oh Brian", she panted. "It's just you."
"What happened?" Brian asked. "I heard you screaming from the kitchen."
"Nothing", Barbara said. "Just a bad dream."
"Want to talk about it?"
She shook her head. She dreaded those dreams from the start. Brian watched as she got up and stretched. He watched the sunlight make her golden fur shine. He watched as her bushy tail wagged when she relaxed her muscles.
"What are you thinking about?" Barbara uncomfortably asked when she noticed he was staring at her.
"Oh, nothing!" Brian said snapping back to reality.
Barbara looked at him uncomfortably for a moment before he spoke again. Brian looked down at his feet feeling nervous and then looked at her.
"Listen, Barbara…how would you like to go out this evening?" he asked.
"Out?" she asked. "I couldn't possibly go out."
"No!" he said. "Not like a date! I just mean as friends."
Barbara blushed as she looked down.
"No, Brian. That's not what I meant."
Brian blushed thinking how he misinterpreted her words.
"What did you mean then?" he asked.
She sighed as she looked at him.
"I've never gone out anywhere. I've never even been outside a cage most of my life."
Barbara looked at her wrist in sadness. Brian looked at her wrist and felt bad for her. It sounded like she missed so much in life.
"Look, why don't I just take you to a place I go sometimes? You can meet a good friend of mine."
"Hey, I thought I was your good friend!" Stewie yelled from the hallway.
"You are, Stewie", Brian answered.
"I thought I was your friend!" Peter yelled from downstairs.
"You are, Peter."
Brian smacked his hand against his forehead feeling embarrassed. Barbara giggled at how cute he was interacting with the Griffins.
"Sure", she said. "I'll go."
"You mean it?" Brian asked as his tail began to wag.
Barbara nodded.
Sorry for the short chapter. School's keeping me busy and I'm getting writer's block again. I need to start watching the show again.
