Over the past few days I had decided that my master was very changeable and i should try my best to behave. I hadn't eaten for a few days now but neither has master.

Dr Watson came and is moving in. He is a very nice man. My punishment from the morgue was a beating. I screamed a lot more than I am proud to admit. I have a black bruse down the right side of my face. Master likes to push his fingers down on it for enjoyment. Dr Watson has been helping me when master goes out I don't understand why he is being so kind to me.
Today was like any other day I got in and made master breakfast while trying not to yawn. Dr Watson is up before master today. I ask if he wants bacon and eggs for breakfast as well. He nods and starts typing on his computer. When they are ready I give Dr Watson's his and then have the task of masters food. I walk in to masters room and leave the plate if hot food on the bedside table along with a knife and fork. I close the door and minutes later master walks into the room with an empty plate. I take it from him and take Dr Watson's while I am at it. "Jim have you eaten lately?"
"No master I haven't been given food by you master" Sherlock walked out. When he walked in he had a dog bowl and what smelt like gruel. "Any scraps of food or gruel can go in Jim's bowl Dr Watson" he had written my name on the dog bowl and led me down stairs to the basement. He looked at my rages I the floor and placed my bowl down. "Foods up Jim"
"Thank you master" he left me to eat the gruel on my hands and knees like a dog. I felt filthy. My bowl was clean by the end but I felt sick.