The Next Day

Fifi slept at the foot of her mistress' bed. She woke up and was mercifully allowed to put on some scanty amount of clothes. She lapped up another disgusting breakfast from her dog bowl, then followed her owner to the car. Tara popped the trunk again. "Same deal as last time," Tara said. "Say you love being a **** and you can sit up front like a human. Otherwise ride in the trunk."
"Woof? Woof woof woof. Woof woof woof! WOOF!"
"What's that? You want to ride in the trunk and also be gagged the whole way. Okay?" Tara stuffed a handful of old socks into Fifi's mouth, then the puppy climbed into the trunk for a ride to the office.

At the mall, Fifi dutifully followed her owner on all fours. People were probably staring at her, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She knew she used to be famous, but could barely remember why. Something about a firefly?
They arrived at Dr. Cranes office and Tara kicked off her shoes. Without needing to be told, Fifi found herself compelled to worship Tara's feet with her tongue. Fifi was focused on her task, but not so focused she didn't hear Dr. Crane come into work. "Tara, did you turn another client into a dog."
"Yes, Doctor Crane."
"I don't mind you doing that at home but please keep the animal stuff out of the office. Summer, you're a human actress, stand up."
Summer Glau stood up. "Thank you," she told her hypnotic master.
"But when I say the words 'good doggy,' I get my Fifi back," Tara added, implanting a trigger in the actress' mind. "So don't get too comfortable."