The Happy Paws Obedience School is the Brentwood Society’s premiere pet creation facility. Our motto is simple: “We take females of all walks of life and teach them to walk on all fours.” Whether a female hails from Brentwood or has been imported to the community, Happy Paws will tame and train her.

Heather Thatcher was what they call a "self-made woman." On the cusp of entering her late twenties, she was already the vice president of a major investment firm. Heather had a big, fancy house, a luxury car, closets full of designer clothes and shoes. She also took regular trips to the finest resorts, and while on these trips she threw money around as if she had her own printing press. However, it was all a facade.

Though blessed with a pretty face, luxurious, long blonde hair, and graceful figure, Heather was not a self-made woman. She'd inherited millions of dollars when her parents passed. True, she'd been responsible at first. She used the money to secure a Masters degree in business from a respected university. Then with the contacts from school and the money she secured a job for herself. After that, the weight and responsibility that she'd foolishly heaped upon herself soon took its toll. It is no surprise that all of her very serious obligations short circuited her simple female brain!

Heather soon started buying things to console herself, and she developed a taste for wine. It wasn't long before the silly little thing had gone through her whole inheritance and started to run up multiple credit cards. Instead of taking steps to correct the situation as a rational man might, Heather, being limited by her biology, continued to spend and just hoped the problem would go away.

As her debts mounted, so did her wine consumption. She'd impulsively took another vacation despite her empty accounts and the work piling up at home. Coming from a wealthy background, she'd always been a bit of an entitled elitist. She always treated staff like objects rather than people. However, when she had a bottle and a half of wine in her, she became totally insufferable.

I heard her, bellowing like a dumb cow caught in the mud, from clear across the pool. I don't know what initially set her off, and I don't really care, but as I approached she was ranting at some poor waiter about having his job.

I gave the waiter a huge tip and sent him on his way before settling down to talk to her. It didn't take long for me to decide that she would be a perfect import. While anyone at the pool that day would have only seen a rich cunt, after talking to her for a few hours, I saw a lost, lonely little girl in need of rules, boundaries, discipline, and most importantly, the removal of all responsibilities from her lovely shoulders.

Once in Brentwood, I had her modified to be a puppy girl by the best surgeons at Happy Paws Obedience School. While she would retain feeling in her hands, they could no longer move and would hang uselessly in front of her when she raised them like cute, floppy paws. Her inner ear would be be tampered with to disturb her balance. She would no longer be able to rise above her knees without becoming dizzy--forcing her to crawl wherever she went. Her vocal cords would be damaged in such a way that could still make noise, but no longer form words. With some training she would be able to make noises resembling those of a dog.

I decided that Heather, who I decided to rename daffodil, needed some extra special work to help her accept her new life as a helpless, naked, house pet. I decided that in addition to the standard puppy modifications, her face should be tattooed with a black ink on her nose, and brown around her mouth to give her a more dog-like appearance. The results were quite charming--though when daffodil first saw herself she certainly didn't think so!

I was so taken by daffodil that I adopted her myself. Though she had more than her fair share of troubles during obedience training, she’s come to not only accept her new life, but to embrace it.

-Maxwell Jones – Owner and Operator of Happy Paws Obedience School