(Zeke Pokelius's P.O.V. [District two])

With a smirk on my face I walk down the hallway following the silent Capitol person. She is taking me to where I will meet my new dog. I'm not worried; as I am sure I'll get a dog as amazing as I am.

She opens the door and I walk in. I sit down in a chair and wait. Then the dog door on the edge of the room flaps open and suddenly I am being tackled by an overeager dog. Well at least it must be big to tackle me.

I shove the dog off of me and survey it. Nice I got a German Shepard. It's a girl and according to the collar it's wearing its name is Rose. She would be useless to pull pranks with, far too loud. So I suppose it's a good thing that I don't have to worry about pulling pranks again for a long time.

Of course once I get home I will get back up to things but by then Rose will be long gone. With a yawn I grab her leash and head down the hallway. I want to get back to training quickly.

(Logan Huntzberger's P.O.V [District one])

I strut down the hallway after the Capitol person. Today I am getting the dog that will be my companion in the arena. Hopefully I get a strong looking dog so I can keep up my act. I feel a small pang of guilt at the knowledge of what I will have to become in the arena.

I will have to become a Career monster that I had always hated. I will have to kill innocent people. Suddenly I seem to have lost my breath. I lean against the wall and steady myself. You have to do this. For Kian, for Kian.

I hear the Capitol lady clear her throat and look at me with concerned eyes. She points to me and then mimes the okay? Gesture. Quickly I nod and she leads me in to the room.

After she leaves I fidget in the hard wood chair. I sit there for about a minute when the dog door opens. A small dog pads out and licks my feet. My eyes narrow slightly in shock. The dog they gave me is a Boston terrier. Nothing intimidating; nothing that will help me play up the act that I have to hold, no, just a tiny little Boston terrier; sighing I pick the dog up in my arms. He promptly licks my face as I walk out of the room.

(Veronica Santos' P.O.V [District three])

I pop gum in my mouth as I wait for my dog. It's a strange feeling to be able to so carelessly chew gum; we could never afford it at home. But here since we're going to die soon apparently we get whatever we want. Unless we wanted to go home of course or unless we wanted to avoid our sniveling district partner like I do. With a loud bang a dog door at the end of the room opens and an Irish setter comes trotting out.

With a loud wruff it sniffs my hand and licks it. It's not that bad of a dog to get honestly, I could be stuck with something much worse. I grab the leash on the wall and attach it to his collar with some hesitation. Then we slowly walk out.

(Star Melody's P.O.V [District ten])

I'm screaming. I need to stop but I can't. Today I have to get a dog; I have to get the very creature that I have been avoiding for years; the very creature that haunts my dreams. This is worse than the fact that I will die in a few days. I've tried pleading and reasoning but the Capitol people were set in their ways.

The guards keep dragging me down the hall even as my throat goes painful with screams. Eventually I lose my voice and just whimper. Maybe it won't be so bad. Yeah right, your mother and father were torn apart by those monsters.

The door locks behind me as I am literally thrown into the room. It takes a few seconds for me to shake myself out of the dazed sate I was in, and when I do I go nuts. I drop to my knees and beat on the door sobbing with fear. The sound of a door opening on the other end hardly even registers in my brain. I try to convince my brain that I'm being irrational but I can't manage to do that. Then I feel a gentle wet tongue on the back of my leg.

Shrieking I whirl around and find a startled dog with a smashed in face and a brindle body. My frightened brain manages to identify it as a pitbull before the flash backs sneak in and I forget where I am.

The dogs went for my mom's throat and my dad jumped in front of them to keep her safe. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to him, he was dead in a minute. The dogs were snarling and furious when they turned on me. Mom screamed for me to run but I was frozen in place… I've been terrified of them ever since no matter how irrational I know the fear is.

I blink my eyes as the dots in my vision slowly fade. The dog is still nuzzling my hand and I repress a shudder. Maybe I can do this; I have to figure out a way to cope. Slowly I move the hand that I snatched back towards the dog. My hand is shaking like crazy but I force myself to keep control. With a pleased bark the dog licks my hand. I jerk it back shaking.

I need to call this dog something, if I keep referring to it as dog it won't help my fear. Fluffy, I'll call her Flufffy. I pick Fluffy because it's the least imposing name I can think of. With shaking hands I pick up the leash and stumble out of the room

(Storm Nightfall's P.O.V [District twelve])

My head hanging low I follow the Avox to the room where I will get my dog. By now I have resigned myself to my fate. I'm sure soon it will sink in again and I'll start panicking again. But for this second I am calm, I should take advantage of the calm but I can't. Right now all I can do is wonder about what dog I will get. Almost any dog is fine with me; I've wanted a dog since I was little. But mom and dad both said no because it was too messy.

I never wanted to get a dog like this though, it's sort of like being about to die from a deadly illness so someone tries to give you what you want. We get all the food, a dog, nice rooms… Pretty much everything you could want. Unless you wanted to live for longer, then you wouldn't get your wish. So now that I think about it, it really is like being sick with a deathly illness.

Even if you win and somehow survive, you still lose. I muse over these thoughts as I close the door slowly behind me. With a rush of air the dog door rushes open and a Chihuahua runs out. She is a long haired Chihuahua so her brown and black fur easily covers her brown eyes. My heart gives a small pang at how cute she is and I feel bad that she has to come into the arena with me. Shaking my head I ignore the thought and scoop her up in my arms.

A/N: If they weren't mentioned in the chapter and were supposed to get a dog, just assume they got a dog. It got old and boring and I couldn't do them all. Sorry! Okay, the question is this. "What year did Haymitch win the hunger games?" Also, the sponsor points will be posted next chapter sorry for the wait!