They entered the park, it was a warm fall evening. Jen whimpered and dug her claws into the dirt as Martha pulled her in the park gate. "C'mon Bitch!" Martha commanded tugging the leash, "i don't wanna go!" is what Jen ment to say, but all that came out was a bark. "Here Bitch, fetch!" Martha yelled tossing a stick. Jen lye there in the cold wet grass not wanting to move, "c'mon girl! you can do it! go get it!" Jen heard the words and her dog ears pricked up, her tail wagged, she rose up, "what's going on!?" Jen barked as her legs moved toward the stick. Jen tried to resist, pulling her head back, but she grabbed for the stick and she gritted it in her teeth. Jen's legs ran toward Martha, while Jen wanted to run away. "I'm not a dog! am I?" Jen wondered dropping the stick at Marthas' feet. "I don't think I'm a dog, but I look like one, and talk like one," Jen was broken from her thoughts when she realized she had to pee....