Chad wakes up in the back of a moving van. He sniffs weakly. He's in an animal crate. It hasn't been washed in a long time, and reeks of a thousand animals. He is aware but still unable to move. He hears a voice, his ear perks up. The voice is faraway but near, muffled but clear. It is familiar but it's not. He hears differently as a dog.
"Yeah, Karl, rest assured with my special training that Chad will be the best cock hound..."
The words are interrupted by a large thud as the vehicle hits a pot hole. Brad?
Chad's brother Brad runs a kennel and obedience school, could he? He wouldn't knowing the dog was really his brother, but Karl would hire Brad to train Chad. Silently, Chad growled in his mind. He was growling. He was becoming more dog. How could an app do this to him? Woof, woof, woof. Arf? He was losing his words, and having trouble understanding Brad's words. He is talking on a cell phone, the replies go in and out, but Chad is sure it's Karl's voice on the other end of the line.
Chad's head, ass, and crotch ached. Right, dad cut his ears, tail, and - balls?!! No, not his balls. He can feel them. Pain in thigh - shots...
At last the vehicle stops. The backdoor of the van opens. It is Brad.
"Hey, bro, you look like you lost weight, maybe a hundred pounds?" Brad laughed, as he opened the crate, and locked the leash to Chad's collar.
"Rahr?" Chad barks groggily trying to say Brad's name. He knows. He will rescue him.
"Don't know what you did to piss your owner off so much, but you know me," Brad said as he led slow moving sore dog from the back of the van, and on the gravel path to the kennel. Brad smiled at Chad, "We are alike. We always try to be the best we can be. I am the best dog trainer, I can even train a dog to be a cock hound. And you always want to be the best. Now you will be the best cockhound, I've ever trained."
Chad whined. You've gotta be kiddin' he thought.