Her mom got a black leather collar with a steel core that would lock permanently and buckled it around her former daughter's neck before locking it, making sure it was tight around the neck and unable to remove under any circumstances. It had a little Bone-shaped golden tag that said "Ronja, our breeding bitch" on it.
"You're naming me that? Why?!"
"well, we can't call you your old name because it's not a good dog name. Besides, that's what you are from now on: Our breeding bitch." her mother explained.
All "Ronja" could do was whimper at this.
Her new owner attached a leash to the collar and led her outside.
"We can't afford your own dog house yet, so you'll be sharing with Max."
Max was their 3 year old german shepherd.
"But... I dont wan't to live in a dog house!" she said, "why can't i stay inside?" "Because you'll pee on the furniture, besides, you're a dog now. Do as you're told or you will be punished!" her former mother scolded.
"You'll stay out here, at least you have max to play with. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll have to throw your old things away to make room for Zack."
She tied her up with Max and went back inside the house.