At about the time Stan was learning basic hand and verbal commands, he started to ever so slowly remember something. Sometimes, when he played with his people, he could recall being on the other end of the “chase the ball” game, as the thrower, instead of the jumper and chaser of said ball. He remembered other things too, eventually. Like rows and rows of little boxes in buildings with harsh fluorescent lighting. Stan remembered sitting in one of those people-kennels all day, every day, all of his other life. He had to say, he liked his new life far better.