MONIQUE RIBAULT - TRAINER - DOG CAGES<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey, I'm not an animal, there must have been a mistake at the processing stage! My father pays the collection squads, I was picked up by accident!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Here we go. 'My daddy's rich. I shouldn't be here' blah-blah-blah. Zut alors!</em>I walked down the aisle between the rows of cages of Cage Room A. We put the new dogs in A because it was furthest from the training and punishment room and dragging them to and from the cages took them past B and C rooms where the more experienced dogs were and they would see them as they went back and forth for their training and corrective measures.<br/><br/>It was also normal practice to put the new arrivals together if we had several in a group since splitting them away from more experienced animals would prevent them learning too much too quickly and keep them spooked and nervous longer.<br/><br/>I arrived in front of the Red Setter, passing the new Japanese Welsh Corgi on the way. I glanced at her and she stared at me but remained silent. I squatted down and smiled sweetly at the bitch. She was a looker, and the labs had done a fantastic job on her tits.<br/><br/><strong>"You know... ears and a tail... paws and a cage... able to lick your bottom clean. Other dogs around you. You look like an animal to me <em>ma chérie</em>. And you know, not every Collection Squad captain is as corrupt as your father. Some of them do actually do their jobs conscientiously and loyally to those who pay them. Bribes might work with some squads but others are above such deceitful tactics. With a corrupt father who tries to cheat the system I'm not sure you'd appreciate that concept, but there you go. What's done is done and now you're a dog."</strong><br/><br/>I continued to smile at her and cast my gaze over her body. She was quite a little beauty and would make some owner very proud, once her head was on straight.<br/><br/><strong>"And no, you don't need to point out the obvious difference. I can guess. We are having this delightful conversation, non? That is where your confusion is lying. Dogs do not talk. Dogs have no minds. Dogs eat, wash, sleep, play and do sexy. Yes? That is what we are all told. However my darling little Candy, the world is not what it seems. I should think it possible that one day you were in the park, or walking home from school and a dog and its owner passed you... I would guess that one of those happy puppies was like you. A dog physically but still a human mentally. You know there is this phrase you Americans have. Shit happens. Sometimes <em>ma petit sucre</em> the shit happens because someone wants it to. You can talk, so can your Welsh Corgi friend there, and this cute Terrier here on your other side. This is because someone, somewhere wanted you all like this. Dogs with minds. Dogs who talk. Dogs who can stand up and walk on two legs - when we want them to. Dogs who, away from the public gaze can be of service in so many <em>interesting</em> ways."</strong><br/><br/>I paused there waiting to see if any of that had gone in. Maybe she didn't need lobotomising. Maybe she was just slow anyway.<br/><br/>Accept or rebel, they all fell on one side of the fence or the other. Which would darling Big Tits be?