Dog Training

It’s a fictional story. Hope you enjoy, I know I have.


I came home to my new puppy. I was always bouncing around from place to place as a kid so never had the chance to own a pet. It was the first thing I did when I got my own place. Rex was already a couple of years old, still a puppy, but trained. At least, that’s what I thought. It didn’t take long for me to realize he wasn’t exactly housebroken. After some chewed shoes, and some new stains in my apartment I was ready to flip.

I started to research how to train my puppy. Of course I used google, skimmed the websites until I came to one that guaranteed a trained dog within three months. Only three months of working with Rex, and I’d have a trained dog! But it was on the internet, and I was a little hesitant to contact someone that may or may not be real.

I looked down at Rex. He was chewing on my brand new shoes! I clicked the site, and sent off an email. Now all I had to do was wait.


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“So how long have you been doing this?” I asked the shadowed woman across from me.

She leaned forward before answering. “We have been providing trained dogs to clients for approximately five years. In those five years only ten dogs have taken more than three months to train. Of course the ten were our first ten trained. The first took approximately seven months to train the second five and a half, the third five and the time continued to decrease. The first dogs took the most time because we tried different methods before we settled on the most efficient. The training has no been perfected to an art.”

She leaned back once again, leaving me to my thoughts. It all sounded fantastic, but there was always a catch.

“Is it alright if I come to a training? Just to see what it’s like before I say yes.”

“I am sorry this is unacceptable. We will however, provide a contract that provides a dog withing ninety days or there will be no payment necessary.”

I thought about this, unsure if I should agree. I mean there were other trainers, but none that gave this kind of timeline. But if there was a contract, it gave a safety net right? And I did just want to get right into playing with Rex. What’s the worst that could happen right?

“All right. It’s a deal.”

She pulled out a thick stack of papers. ” All right, you need to sign here, here and here.” She said as she pointed to several places in the stack.

I went to read the papers, but she held them to the table, nudging a pen into my hand. Although I admit it was weird, I wasn’t really thinking and just signed. She pulled the stack away, closing her briefcase and standing.

“All right, tomorrow show up to 286 Carnel Street with Rex. You will be staying there with Rex until the three months are up as per the contract. Come at six in the morning. Sharp.”

She walked out the door, leaving me gaping after her. I guess I should have read the contract.


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I walked into the building with Rex at my side. It was a huge building with practically no neighbors. I carried my pack, with several changes of clothing. I stopped just inside the doorway. It looked abandoned. And it couldn’t be a scam because I haven’t given any money or information yet. Other than my signature they haven’t gotten anything from me.

I started to back out, thinking maybe I had gotten the wrong address when I was grabbed from behind, a cloth placed over my nose and mouth. I kicked, I punched, I did everything I could to free myself. It wasn’t long until I passed out though.


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When I woke, I looked around, seeing nothing but darkness. After feeling around, there were a few slats, but no light coming through. I tried to stretch, but whatever I was in wouldn’t let me go any farther than my hands and knees.

After what felt like a lifetime, I heard a creak, and light began spilling in, allowing me to see I was in some type of crate, with nothing on. I looked out through the slats, noticing rows of other crates.

My door was opened, and I saw the woman that I’d met with only a couple of days ago. She grabbed my hair and pulled me out. Keeping me kneeling, I was half dragged to a table where I was then strapped in. I tried to stand, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t brake the bonds.

“Please. I don’t know why you’re doing this. I won’t tell anyone. Please, just let me go?”

She looked at me with a smirk. “You’ve already been sold, pup. In less than three months, you’ll be living with your new owners.”

I was horrified. What was she even talking about? Was she a psycho?

“Please, no one has to know you can just -“

Right at that moment she placed a ring inside my mouth, preventing my mouth from moving. She reached inside, grabbing my tongue and pulled it on top of the ring so that I can move it around.