Rachel woke up slowly, groggily opening her eyes only to snap the mother open once she realized that she wasn't in her alleyway box anymore, but a sterile and metallic cage, with several others along the walls. Humans of all ages, size, and color barking and yipping, and a handful of dog employees walking up and down the rows, making sure they were fed and nobody was fighting.
"Hey!" A beagle teenage employee called, "The pregnant blonde is awake now!" He looked down at Rachel, who backed up slowly and growled. "Hey, hey, girl." He said calmly, offering her a treat, "We ain't gonna hurt ya."
Rachel smiled the treat, and remembering the employee who'd fed her a day or two ago, slowly crept to the employee and quickly ate the treat from his offered hand. Even letting him pat her on the head, "That's a good girl." He smiled and opened the cage, attaching a leash to the collar that she'd didn't even notice around her neck.
She followed him meekly, not sure what was going on, but hoping for more treats, she allowed the vet to poke and prod her, although she had to be bribed with quite a few more treats before she'd allow the anal thermometer or the vet to touch her belly.
As Rachel curled back up on the bed in her cage, the employee talked to the vet, "How is she?"
"Healthy." The vet said as he looked down at her, "She's due to give birth in a bit, two weeks at most left." He chuckled, "Her breasts are quite swollen with milk, American blondes usually get pretty big knockers once they're pregnant. No real issues anywhere, she's not chipped though, so I wonder how she stayed so healthy."
The employee shrugged, and made sure the leave extra food in Rachel's bowl before continuing on his round in the human shelter.