“Hello Jen” a familiar voice called out merrily, “how’s my gorgeous girl doing?”
Jen’s tail wagged as she saw one of her masters approaching. She had seen Mrs Adams a few times after leaving the Zoo two months ago. She now saw the woman as a loving friend, having blissfully forgotten all she had done to her.
“There you are!” Mrs Adams practically sang as she neared the former man. “Glad to see that you and the young ones are well. Aren’t they just the cutest!?”
The woman was referring to the eight small puppies that were curled up next to Jen. Most of them were fast asleep, but a couple of the more demanding youngsters were currently nursing from Jen’s swollen teats. Jen occasionally winced when one of them bit down too hard on her sensitive nipples in an effort to access her nutritious milk supply.
“Awww… that is adorable” Mrs Adams continued as she stroked Jen behind her ears, “I always knew, when I first set eyes on you, that you’d make a wonderful mother!”
Jen wagged her tail more as she licked at the woman’s fingers, completely unaware that she was being subtly mocked.
“Well, while you’ve been busy having your puppies, the rest of your old family have also been getting used to their new lives.” Mrs Adams smiled as she pulled out her phone which displayed a series of photographs. She proceeded to scroll through them slowly as she described each one in detail, looking for any hints of a human reaction.
The first pictures were of Liam the German Shepherd. In one, his proud owner hugged him lovingly whilst holding a certificate announcing his dog’s pedigree. The next few shots then showed a montage of some of the finest female specimens that the award-winning breeder had had the pleasure to ‘work with.’ By now Liam was the father to well over 100 puppies, and there were plenty of his more recent conquests that had yet to add to that figure.
The next group of pictures showed Melissa. The first few showed the Great Dane being petted by her owner, whilst a big blue rosette on her collar recognised her success at a prominent competition. The last few showed Melissa looking happy as her owners rewarded her for making them a small fortune as a successful show dog.
And lastly there was Abby. The Golden Retriever was captured in her new home, with her new family and her mate from the Kennels. The next few photos acted like a chronological log of Abby’s activities as her belly and teats became increasingly swollen as time went by. This then led to the last picture which showed Abby and her mate curled up with their own litter of adorable puppies.
Mrs Adams smiled as the dog showed no signs of recognising any of her old family. She then quickly turned her phone to face Jen before taking another picture for her collection. She smirked upon seeing the finished product. The image showed the Rottweiler with her tongue lolling out and her tail wagging while two of her puppies eagerly tugged on her swollen teats.
“Another great snap for my collection; Abby, Melissa and Liam are going to love seeing this.” Mrs Adams paused as she fondly remembered transforming them all as well. “Well Jen, I’d best be off, lots of work to be getting on with. I’m glad that you’re enjoying yourself.”
Jen whined sadly as the woman got up to leave. “Aww I know girl, I’m going to miss you too. Hey, maybe when you have your second litter I can pay you another visit, how does that sound?”
Jen wagged her tail and barked happily in response.
“That a girl, take care now Jen.” With that, Mrs Adams left Jen whining in sadness until another firm tug on one of her stiff nipples drew her attention back to her young offspring.
Meanwhile Mrs Adams grinned to herself as she looked at the collection of photographs, particularly savouring the latest shot of Jen and her puppies. It was moments like these that made her love her job.
But Mrs Adams couldn’t rest yet; she still had work to do…