Who cares?

It must have been at least a year since you arrived.
You didn't mind it so much, at first, being some sort of dog equivalent to comically large humanoid animals.
The pound you were brought to weren't exactly comfortable of course, but it was merely a means to an end. As soon as your cute, amply breasted, anthropomorphic owner arrived, you would finally be living a life of purpose and contentment, free from the stresses of being 'human'.

The disappointment of being adopted by some weird, rooster looking thing with glazed over eyes was immense.
It paled in comparison, though, to the disappointment you felt as you were taken back to what, somewhat paradoxically, looked like a ghetto house in the middle of nowhere.
You thought you would play it cool for a bit, scope the place out and see if these animal things could be reasoned with, no need to do anything rash.
The exact moment you decided that things had gotten out of hand was when the rooster led you into a dark room and chained you to the wall. By that point it was quite obviously too late.

You came to understand what precisely was going on when, after days of being starved, you were brought out into a closed yard. It looked like a concentration camp built with an audience in mind. The rooster made some terrible noise you could only assume was it's attempt at speech, and you were once more chained, this time very tightly to a stubby metal ring poking out of the ground. Something was about to happen and you knew it would not be good.
Cars began crowding the place and the yard was soon overrun with all kinds of vile looking creatures. You found yourself in close quarters with an 8ft tall chimp which had come over to glaze your face with it's rancid breath, occasionally stopping only to let out a guttural snarl which would send viscous saliva flying about yourself. You could feel that you were about to be rag-dolled by this fucking monkey. The rooster took notice, however, and came to your rescue, shrieking at the ape until it backed away.
At some point a rather grotesque pig had arrived, which seemed to signal the beginning of whatever was about to happen. The pig had brought with him, a fellow human, which was led into the fenced part of the yard on a chain of its own. Incidentally, this was the first human you had seen since you got here. On the outer side of the pen, the creatures began shouting at each other as money was exchanged. You realized what was about to happen and locked eyes with the man standing opposite you, he blankly followed your hand movements as you tried to communicate. He was about as sharp as a fucking river-stone.
You didn't notice how quiet it had become until the pig unshackled the man. The hunk of iron around his neck had barely fallen to the ground before he was half-way across the yard, this was not going to be a boxing match.
Desperately wanting to put even an inch of space more between yourself and the lunatic bounding over, you stepped back and promptly tripped over yourself. The slack of the chain was used up two backwards steps into your stumble and so you were pulled into the floor with the force of your own mass, just in time for the unchained madman to descend upon you.
You held up fairly well, all things considered, which is to say, you held up about as well as a damp paper mache.
You were out cold after about 30 seconds of him hammering the back of your hands into your face with his fists.