I watch through the bars as one of my fellow dogs walk by as they're led away on a leash by their new owner. I have a strange mixture of both happiness for them and jealousy that it's not me.

I've been at the pet store for two years now, not all of it waiting to be sold. I was tricked here when I agreed to meet with someone who offered to help me live out my dream of being a human pet. I couldn't resit and arranged to meet up with him for a play session. Once there he handed me a contract, I should have read it but I stupidly trusted him when he said that it was just a standard formal bdsm contract. Turns out I'd actually legally signed up to become a 24/7 human pet, my legal status is now that of an animal, one legally owned by the pet store and I also agreed to several medical procedures.

I still remember waking up here in my large cage, naked, wearing a dog collar and finding what had been done to my body. Firstly I found that my feet were completely removed when I went to stand, leaving me forced into all fours. I quickly noticed that the top half of my fingers had be removed, which prevents me from picking anything up or turning door handles or get food or various other day to day things. Looking over my body I then discovered to my horror that like all pets I'd had my balls removed, that took the most getting used to, although after a while it doesn't bother me. The fourth change I noticed almost immediately after the third, as I try to cry out in shock, only to make no noise, my vocal cords are gone, I'm only able to communicate by whining noises, growling and panting, not a wide vocabulary, which has taken a long time to get used to.

At first I was very frightened and aggressive towards my handlers, scared of what they might do to me next and angry at what they had done, over the course of the first month though I found myself getting calmer and the handlers never did anything to me so I began to trust them when they came to feed me and take me to go to the toilet. That took a while to get used to as well, at first filled humiliated and shameful at peeing and shitting outside in full view of everyone but after a while it just bacame natural and normal to pee while someone walks right past me, I don't even think about it these days, I just go whenever and wherever, it's weirdly freeing.

After the first month I was even happy with the handlers touching and stroking my naked body. At first I was still tense when they did but as I got more relaxed I found that I enjoyed it when their hand rans along my back, when they stroke my head, when they stretch behind my ears, when they rub my belly. I even started craving it due to being so starved of attention and affection, I guess that was part of my training and conditioning.

Things remained fairly simple for my first few months, handlers would enter my cage in the morning and give me a bowl of food, which was always the same, cold cooked meat and vegetables from a tin, and I'd eat it out of a bowl like a dog due to my hands being useless. If I was good the handlers would then pet and fuss me for a bit, which I always enjoy and then they walk me by the leash out of my cage. I never bothered to try and get away as they walked me, even if I could get off the leash there's no way for me to open any of the doors and gates and evwn if I did get out of the facility and into the public, I'm legally their's, all that would happen is that I'd be captured and returned to my owners or worse, someone could take advantage of my valuable body. Plus I always really need to go in the morning, so hurry along with them to the grass and relieve myself before being led back to my cage. It's a large cage, more of a cell with a barred wall open to a large semi outdoor corridor. It's big enough for regular humans to stand up in and has a dog bed and a few dog toys and a few dog bowls, for water, dry food and wet food. The rest of the morning for the first few months was quiet, I'd pace around on all fours trying to learn how to balance and build stamina in my hands and knees, I'd even play with the dog toys, knock the ball around and pick up the squishy bone, at first I found it a bit embarrassing but it was the only source of entertainment I had.

I'd get lunch in the afternoon, more wet food and some dry food, followed by some more petting and even a bit of fetch, where I'd chase after my ball and bring it back in my mouth. I hated playing fetch at first, it was so embarrassing and humiliating but I had to also admit to myself that I found it fun and I did enjoy the praise for bringing it back, even if they talk to me like a dog and it's dehumanising and demeaning. I'd then normally have a slight nap after play time and be woken up later in the afternoon to be let out to go to the toilet. Soon after that I'd be fed dinner and at night be taken out to do my business one last time before being locked back in my cage and the lights being turned off, leaving me in darkness.

After the first few months I was used to my new existence as a dog, then my training began. I was taught to be obedient and act like a dog. Any misbehaviour or mistakes were met with a shock from my collar. Good behaviour however was met with treats of chocolate, which after only eating cold meat, vegetables and dry food, I was very pleased to be given. I was taken out in public and had strangers touch and pet me without complaint, I was taught tricks, like sit, lay down, roll over, beg, paw and to use a litter box, which I dislike compared to going outside but it's helpful when you can't. I learnt different games, like fetch and tug of war. I was taught how to be helpful, like fetching the mail and guarding the home and protecting my owner. I also learnt how to handle being locked in small cages for long periods of time. I was even made to spend time with other dogs and learn behaviours like licking people, sniffing butts and wagging my butt when happy or excited.

I enjoyed this period of training as it was mostly games and being rewarded with fussing and treats and praised for good behaviour. It was nice to have more activities to do, my mind had gotten quite numb over my first few months with little to do, it was good to focus on something, even if it was being a good dog.

After about 6 months I next step of my training came. It was a normal day, I got up, ate my breakfast, had a fuss and was taken to the toilet but then instead of returning home to my cage I was taken to a room. At first I was worried that I was going to the vets, I had been a few times and I hate it, but instead I found myself in a different room, one more like a living room you'd find in a house. On a sofa was a man, he sat with his legs spread and his cock out on full display.

"Here boy. Come suck." I look at him and one of the handlers gently guides me towards him. Slightly confused I stand in front of him and don't move.

"Suck." I look to my handler and I feel their hands gently move my head towards his cock. Almost instinctively I snuff at his crotch and my tongue licks the head of his cock and the smell, feel and taste triggered something inside me to take over, almost as if a part of my old life returned to me and I took his cock in my mouth.

"Good boy." The praise encouraged me to keep going until my mouth was filled with cum. The taste overwhelmed me and I swallowed it down greedily and lapped at the man's cock, licking up every last drop. After being rewarded with a treat and many strokes and being called a good boy I returned to my cage panting and wagging my ass.

The new training went on for some time, until I was skilled at sucking cock, being fucked in the ass, drinking piss, licking cum and piss off the floor, licking feet and licking asses clean and tongue fucking them, I even had some training with dogs near the end, I have to be trained for anything my owner could need from me.

Once fully trained and conditioned I was put on sale. I've only been on sale for around 6 months from what I can tell, it's hard to keep track of time and the date, it's very unnecessary as a dog, all that really matters is if it's light or dark, dinner time or toilet time and warm or cold. I hope to get sold soon, from what I've overheard the handlers saying those who don't get adopted after a year get sold to an adult film studio or shipped to other countries or sold to labs. Every week people come to the store and look around, not just at the dogs but other human animals as well. There are cats and ponies, those are the most common aside from dogs. There are a small number female cows, both cis and trans, who are made to produce large quantities of milk and live in a barn, and some pigs, glad I wasn't one of them, covered in mud and force feed food and made to be overweight, both like dogs have their fingers and feet removed, those two along with some of the ponies go to farms, some ponies atr sold for personal use and others for racing and transport. There are even a few birds, I feel sorry for them, they spend their whole life in a large bird cage and have to spend their time singing, glad I couldn't sing before i had my voice removed, and even a few mermaids and mermen, who had their lower half trapped in a swimming glove and live in a pool.

I'd seen all of them on my walks, sometimes I'm taken to the barns or the pool area, I do enjoy watching all the different human animals, like the ponies trotting and the mermaids swimming and the birds singing and the pigs rolling, the cows are kind of boring, they just stay in the barn and get milked. I regularly see the ponies prancing around and pulling people on carts, some have their arms tied behind their back, some have their hands trapped in hooves and some have had their arms amputated, unlike dogs they seem to keep their voices as I have heard them neigh when not gagged. The males are either locked in chastity or castrated like I am, which in a way I think is kinder, as much as I miss the vague memory of having my balls I'd hate to be in this situation and driven mad by my need to cum, my guess though is that some are kept for breeding. Some of the cats like to stroll up to the dog cages as if showing off that they can roam freely, they seem to have very similar modifications to dogs, the main difference seems to be the conditioning, they're taught to purr and meow and lick themselves clean and generally act less obediently and more independently, and that they're kept much cleaner. I see them as slightly unruly and disrespectful to the humans who look after them, unlike me who is always grateful and thankful to them.

As today is a sale day I sit obediently on all fours and watch the world outside my cage, every time someone approaches I get excited but also do my best to look friendly and obedient and not wild and crazy.

"Hello boy." I look up at the stranger and pant excitedly at them. He holds out his hand through the bars and I slowly rise to all fours and approach him, sniffing his hand I then give it a friendly lick. He proceeds to stroke my head and I lean in and pant and wag my ass in pleasure.

"Aren't you a friendly one?" I pant slightly louder, happy to have given the right first impression. I hear him call over a handler as he continues to pet me. I feel him move away and give a slight whine as I open my eyes expecting him to have moved on like they always do. But instead I see the handler opening my cage. I sit obediently and start panting as the door opens and the stranger walks in, I get up and walk over to him and rub up against him as he fusses he me. Excited I move away and pick up my ball and bring it over to him.

"You want to play?" I sit as he shows me the ball and I watch as he throws it.

"Go fetch!" At those words I almost leap to all fours and chase after the ball, bringing it back happily, wagging my ass as i walk. We play fetch for quite some time until I'm tired out and I lean against the man's legs panting exhaustedly as he strokes my head and back.

"How much is this one?" I look up at the man in slight surprise. Is he actually going to buy me and take me home? Will I finally have a home and a master?

"£500. The cost does come with a full medical garentee and a years refund period and it covers the cost of extensive training." The man looks down at me as of thinking, to try and persuade him I rub against his leg and try to show affection and lok up at him with pleading eyes.

"It's a bit pricy but I'll take him." I jump up at him panting heavily, overjoyed as he pets me back. He picked me out of all the other dogs, I'm so lucky to be chosen.

"Someone's excited. Do you want to come home with me? Yes you do! Let's get you to you new home." The handler clips on a leash and hands it to the man.

"If you take him to the front desk they'll have some forms for you to sign and after payment you're free to take him. I'll collect his toys, bowls and bed and bring them to your car." The man smiles at the handler.

"Thankyou." He looks back down at me and tugs on my leash.

"Come on boy, let's get you home." As I walk out of my cage I sadly look back at it for one last time, it has been my home for two years, part of me will strangely miss it. As I continue to walk with my new owner I feel a strange mixture of excitement and happiness at being picked to be his pet dog but also a slight level of fear and worry, I don't know him or if he'll look after me and feed me, take me for walks, let me out to the toilet. Does he even have a garden? I hope he doesn't leave me locked in a cage all the time? They'll also be new rules to learn and new routines, he might also give me a new name. I hope he's a good owner, one who looks after me well and who loves me and plays with me, that's really all I've ever wanted in life.

As I'm thinking all of this I realise that we're at the front desk and my new master is handing over some forms making it official, he now owns me, I'm his legal property. He walks me out into the car park and opens the boot of a car and helps me climb in before shutting it, looking around I see my dog bed and other items on the back seat as my owner climbs in the front and starts the car.

I look out the window as we drive away, in my head saying goodbye to the place I have called home for 2 years, as I am taken to my new home with my new owner, hopefully to live a good life and be looked after by a loving owner.