In the morning Jen woke up and instinctively tried to sit up. Quickly—by the inability to and the low vantage point—she remembered why that wouldn't work.
For the time being, Jen could still think clearly—she felt the same in her mind as the day before, and she knew it in her bones that she and Rex had to make a run. The people at the facility were clearly psychopaths and her largest hope was outside.
There were microphones, she had learned yesterday, so she kept quiet. Not that it was that hard at first, she wanted to do some things before leaving. Jen also had to formulate a strategy, she had no reason to assume that they could just waltz out.
Soon after she got up, she began walking without thinking about why. Only once she was beside a small shrub did she remember what the first of those things was and why she walked there. She had to poop, a natural reaction to the kibble of the night before.
Rex didn't even glance over once he woke, instead running straight to the newly filled bowl of kibble. During the night someone had filled up both theirs and the water bowl. Jen was usually a light sleeper, but somehow had missed that. After, she had finished, she didn't even consider wiping before running to her food bowl for food.
Fortunately, in a way, the facility thought of that issue and with her 'grooming' that first day her buttocks were slightly seperated so that she wouldn't get very dirty when pooping. And for the little, every few days was another session.
Rex stayed there until his bowl was empty while Jen had to go drink water from the shared bowl. As she was drinking, Rex finished his food and eagerly lapped up the water alongside Jen. For a moment, she remembered that it wasn't right for her and Rex to be drinking side by side, but immediately after she couldn't remember why.
They were both dogs after all—but were they really? No, that was wrong! She wasn't a dog, only Rex was, and they needed to leave, now. Her eyes met his and in a way she will never be able to explain, she knew he understood the plan she had just come up with.
Step one, they'd both dig under the fence by which she pooped as it was closest to the wall outside. Easier said than done but she managed to because paws, or paw gloves, were adept for digging. Without hesitation she dived in the hole only to realize Rex did not follow. That was the first miscalculation that day.
The second was that she had overlooked the cameras. Once she had broken ground, the guard knew and even if he hadn, there was another man waiting outside that wall anyway.
That was actually the third mistake, that wall wasn't the outer wall. The facility was built like an old prison, the kennels were in the innermost region and right outside that there were fields used for training, they genuinely did do dog training. When she was under the yard another dog dug a hole infront of Jen and a guy pulled her out, Kyle with a small terrier on a leash, said to her, "Jenny?"
Behind her the other man who had been guarding the place pressed a button on his remote, though she felt nothing. Kyle from school; the reason she was here, though she was pretty sure she had chosen to.
"You fucking creep! What is wrong with you? Fuckin' perv," she yelled at him, but Kyle chuckled as his dog began to sniff her.
"I guess you're still angry, Jenny, but here," he said while he took out a cracker from his pocket. "They said it was okay to give you one, just don't growl at me anymore." She thought about taking it, but she one upped her own idea: Jen bit him in the leg and that was the last thing she did before being shot with a tranquilizer.