To be a love breather.

After Top Pup agreed to help Z he knew he had to prepare himself for something big,
very big.
Although he ended up in a shelter, his life up to this point have always been protected.
Being a small sweet looking dog, meant he was always looked after by people, even when he got lost and found himself on the K rail of a highway having jupmped out of his loving owner's back car seat, he was immediately taken to a safe place by the kind people who spotted him there, and the shelter he was brought to, was a good clean place with loving care takers. So far Top Pup  never had to endure any kind of real hardship,which was not the case with the big dogs he met in the shelter and had so admired.
When you a small dog with a home and a good owner, you accept life as it comes and live it simply and happily,
but once thrown into a shelter, a dogs eyes really open to other kinds of living in a big and often unfriendly world.
Top Pup soon realized that small dogs are a breed completely dependent on people and he felt the pangs of being looked down upon by the big breeds whose life was capable of changing for the worse at any given moment.
Shortly after arriving at the shelter and having his eyes open to life in the big world, Top Pup discovered he had an amazing talent, he never knew he had, when in the realm of his safe life. He probably would never have discovered it if he hadn't jumped out the window of the car that fateful night.
He thought he had acted on a whim, on a stupid impulse, but now he was starting to understand that maybe, just maybe, he was made for greater things than spending his life on some person's lap.
The thing that Top Pup discovered was . . . well, . . .  his third eye.
Yes, it sounds strange, but one day, as Top Pup was trying to get aclimated to his new environment, after having an unpleasant encounter with one nasty dog who made it his past time to harass smaller dogs, Top Pup found himself pressed to a corner and about to be barked at and maybe even bitten. He closed his eyes tight and suddenly, up in a spot on his forehead, right between his eyes, he saw a dot of blue light which was getting bigger and bigger and spreading all across his inner fore head.
Top Pup was so engulfed by this light, that he was completely transported away from his present predicament and no longer even heard the frightning guuurrr coming from between the  bully clenched teeth.
When he finally opened his eyes he felt as if he was floating in the air, rather than walking on four.
The bully dog had vanished without a trace (and never came near Top Pup after that) and a feeling of calm of a like he never experienced had spread throughout his limbs.
Top Pup did not understand that meaning of this incident, nor did he guess that the power within him was something he could summon on command if and whenever he wanted.
Not long after wards, a nice couple walked into the shelter looking to adopt. They stopped by Top Pups cage and tried to make contact with him for a long time. Top Pup looked at them from the far corner of his space and tried to imagine what life with these people might looked like, before approaching their streched hands to bond and beg for a new life. He could tell they were kind and meant well, and he easily imagined their nice house and the comfortable life he was likely to have with them. He closed his eyes and found he was sucked into the blue whirl of the light once again. There he hovered for a while, feeling his body and mind become light and powerful. When he opened his eyes the couple was gone. He realized that blue light had taken over him and so his decision was made. "Was it his decision?" Top Pup thought in amazement, he waited to feel pangs of regret, to find himself running to the door of his cage craning his neck to see where they went and barking to call their attention back to him. But suprisingly, his legs wouldn't budge from underneath his little tummy, he remained glued to his spot and that's when he understood that he no longer wished to be adopted. That kind of life was no longer what he wished for, he had moved passed it, and his jumping out the window that day was no mere "whim" as he had dubbed it until now.
There was no way back.