Jerry had gotten Fred, a bloodhound, six years ago from the animal shelter. Fred was the one who sat in the back of the pen and looked pathetic as the other puppies jumped up and down and tried to impress their prospective owners by pressing their faces through the wire cage, not Fred…

Fred and Jerry are the perfect pair of master and pet, although at times it gets hard to tell which is which. Fred seems to have Jerry right where he wants him. Jerry has no one else to pay attention to, he has no close friends, he has no girlfriends, and he doesn’t really want any. Fred is his life and his life is Fred’s. That is why when the refrigerator started talking to Jerry, he immediately told Fred, who, to no one’s surprise, reacted calmly.