A month passed. And Emily resisted for about a week. About a week before Emily began to crack. By two weeks she was moving comfortably on all fours. By three, Emily was feeling more normal wearing just a collar. And by the time a month had passed, Emily was struggling to speak. She knew she could speak, but the words just wouldn't come to her.
Time soon became meaningless. Emily woke up, ate, was walked, was trained, played, ate and slept. Emily had long sense started fighting, instead thinking about how she would just play along until it was all over. Except Emily never considered an important fact.
Your mind learns by repetition and can be conditioned accordingly. And Emily had been repeating the same things over and over again. In fact she was repeating one activity, chewing on a toy, when someone came for her.
"There's my favorite girl!" One of the handlers crouched beside Emily, who was chewing on a squeaky toy and patted her bare rump. "How are we doing today?" Emily looked up. It was one of the trainers, Amber? Miranda? They all started to run together. They had the leash and Emily walked on the leash. The trainer now scratched behind Emily's ears, causing the girl to pant. Man did it feels good.
"Today is the big day." The trainer whispered. "I'm going to be taking you for your exam, to see if you're ready to graduate. How does that sound?"
"Woof!" Emily barked and wiggled her butt a little. It sounded great. Plus if she could fool them, then she'd be on her way home. And they might give her treats for being a good girl! The trainer clipped a leash to Emily's collar.