I’m a good dog. I was human.
My masters found me at an adult bookstore reading “How to be a Human Dog”
They took off my clothes,
put on a collar,
took me home and gave me a new name.
I’m a good dog.
I sleep outside.
I have begun to be house broke.
So much discipline. Face shoved in shit. Nose full of piss.
I’ve done so well I’m being taken for a ride due to my good behavior.
I’m taken to the beach.
We show up late, after midnight, so others cannot see.
Running around on all fours,
I bury my face in the sand.
I can’t remember enjoying life this much as a human.
I’ve become soaking wet as I frolic on the shore.
It’s getting cold
It’s getting late but I’d like to play some more.
My masters see me shivering and they beckon me to their feet.
I lay prone, belly up, as they urinate on me.
I’m a good dog.
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