For the rest of the afternoon you allow yourself to be taught to sit, stay, bark only at appropriate times and other exercises that are intended to train a dog.
As you allow all this, you mind continues to wander as you think of the hedge and the hole you know to be there, but are unsure as to how exactly you are to get away. A voice distracts your thoughts and listening, you hear, "I think she may be going into heat. Unless you want puppies on your hands, I suggest you keep her away from Apollo."
Realising that the trainer is speaking and that she is speaking about you, you roll over on your back in a playful and submissive posture. As you do this, you happen to notice that your hands and feet look more like paws.
But what really gets your attention is when you happen to notice that you have a full set of teats.
As you struggle back into a standing position, you listen as the trainer says, "I suggest separating the two until Corona Blue is past her estrous cycles," while Apollo barks out playfully.
Your thoughts drift and looking down, you wonder how it is that you can have both a penis and testicles and a full set of teats. And then it hits you like a ton of bricks what is going to happen. Whimpering, you stand and start to move about, a feeling of unease rippling through your mind.
"I have a separate pen already set up," your mistress comments as she unclips the leash from the collar.
"I've seen it and I suggest you put Apollo in it," the trainer advices. "Seeing as he is bigger of the two and the large space of the pen might cause several anxiety issues in Corona Blue."
Watching as your large friend is led away, you whimper and whine as you listen to your mistress and the trainer talking about what time they should meet next. Barking out, you start to follow, stop and look at the hedge and start to follow again.
"No girl," your mistress calls out. "Stay."
Whimpering, unsure of what you should do, you stop after a moments thought, you figure you want to take of something really important. Squatting down, you suddenly realise that not only are peeing in public, but you are doing it like a bitch.
Whimpering some more, you finish and moving across the lawn, you think, "I have to get out of here," but stop when you see some of yours and Apollo's favourite toys. Whimpering, feeling torn, you start to pace, suddenly torn between the feeling of escape and playtime. After a moment, you make your choice.