For the next hour, you and Monty are trained by your master and his
friend on how to be an obedient South Russian Sheepdog. You are
trained on how to sit, when to come, when to stay, when to bark and
other exercises used in dog training. As you are put thru your
training, your mind wanders a bit as you think of the hedge and the
hole you know is still there. But you are unsure about whether you
want to leave or not. As a part of you is starting to like it here.
You then are distracted by the conversation between your master and
his friend. "So how long before Annabel is in heat?" "I reckon I got
about a week before she does so." "Okay, and who do you want her to
mate with? Monty or Hank?" "Hank. Monty has already had his turn."
Realising that they are talking about you. You bump your shaggy head
against your owner's leg and wag your tail. He chuckles and bends down
to give you another of his wonderful skritchings. You murr and sit
down on your haunches. And as you do so, you notice that your privates
are now covered over by a layer of skin. You also notice that your fur
coat has really grown in now. More like adult dog's than a puppy's. As
you sit there and receive affection from your master, you listen to
what he has to say. "Annabel is being brought over by her owner today.
So it might be best that we put Monty in a secluded room until Hank
mates with her." Monty playfully woofs at the sound of his name and
goes over to your master's friend for some fun and attention. The two
of you pant contentedly as you are being skritched behind the ears.
Your thoughts continue to drift and you still feel uncertain. Do you
really want to stay and be a dog? Or do you want to get back through
the hole in the hedge, and return to your previous existence, whatever
that might have been? "I already have set up the room where Hank and
Annabel will mate," Your master comments as he clips the leash back
onto your collar. "Okay, you want me to keep an eye on Monty then?"
"Sure." You watch as Monty is led away. You whine a bit and then woof
as your master's friend walks away with your shaggy friend. You bark
and try to follow them. But you stop and look at the hedge before
continuing to follow Monty. A tug on your leash, however stops you.
"Sorry, Hank." Your master tells you as he pulls you back to his side.
You woof again and then realize that you need to do something
important. You walk over to a nearby tree and lift up one of your
hindlegs. You take a leak and mark the tree with your pee, just like a
dog would. You paw at the ground and move back to your owner. You
think, "Should I stay or should I go when the getting is good?" But
you stop when you eye yours and Monty's favorite toys. You fidget by
your master's side. After a moment, you make your choice.