Two long months of training and they finally decided to let me loose. They told me they noticed I was starting to become more receptive to it, and that I was now starting to listen, compared to the yelling and thrashing I used to do. I don’t know why I fought back so much, or why I wanted to get out.

It took me some time, but I started to accept what was being told to me. I was just a pet, to be trained and owned. I had only a couple weeks of obedience training ahead of me. After that, my owners would find me a Master who’d be able to take me home. I couldn’t wait to see who I’d be serving.