A cold hard blast of water from the nozzle of a garden hose jarred Poodle Chad out of his sleep in the kennel. Brad was hosing away Chad's excrement and piss.
"Morning, Chad. Once you've properly trained, I expect you not to foul your doghouse or kennel. I was going to start your training today, but Karl left a rambling message about rethinking your training and whether or not to make you a poodle. With how indecisive Karl is. I am surprised he managed to even change you into a dog."
He opened the cage door and Max appeared at his side. No opportunity for escape. Brad snapped a lead to Chad's collar and lead him toward the outbuilding he used as a grooming facility.
"Gonna give you a poodle cut and charge Karl for it before he decides to turn you into something else."