I awake sleepily to bright sunlight and the sound of early morning birds, my mouth dry and my body warm in my cosy dog bed. Stretching I get up onto all fours and crawl to the kitchen where I find the bowl of water my owners lovingly left for me before going to bed. Lowering my face down to the bowl I happily lap at the refreshing drink, as I drink I feel preasure in my bladder and walk into the bathroom to my litter box, standing over it I relieve myself, the room echoing with the sound of my piss hitting and soaking into the litter. Shaking I move away from the box, normally I hate coming into the bathroom, the hard tiles are uncomfortable for my hands and knees but today the cool surface is almost pleasant, the air is cool and slightly damp and the window faces away from the morning sun, still tired I curl up on the cold hard floor and fall back to sleep as I await for my owners to wake.

"Look at this. I've never seen him sleep in here before."

"It's boiling, he probably just likes the cold tiles." I wake hearing the voices of my owners.

"We're you feeling a bit to warm? Well you can't stay laying here all day. Do you want breakfast." I fully open my eyes as I feel him stroking my body, I'm always happy when they wake up and come down the stairs, it gets lonely at night and I miss them. Feeling hungry I slowly rise to all fours and follow my owners towards the kitchen, where they refill my water bowl, which i immediately drink from causing them to refill it again, and a bowl of my special dog food which I happily eat, I don't have as much of an appetite in the heat but my owners know how much food should I have so I eat what they give me like a good boy.

"It's so warm right now, I need some fresh air." My ears perk at the sound of the backdoor opening and a refreshing draft flows through the room. Licking my lips after a finishing meal I slowly wonder to the doorway and step outside, the garden is still cool and shady, the slight breeze flowing over me is refreshing and I pant happily as I enjoy the shade and fresh air. As I move around outside my owners occasionally come outside either to check on me and fuss me or to do various tasks involving things like the flowerbeds I'm not allowed on and pulling up weeds from the lawn.

As the morning goes on the shade dissappears, slowly shrinking smaller and smaller and I begin to sweat and pant as the warm sun beams down on me. As I search for somewhere that still has any shade one of my owner walks out with the hose and begins to spray the flowers with water, I stand and watch the jet of water rain down on the plants with a level of jealousy, normally I hate the hose but right now it looks so wonderful. My owner looks at me with a smile.

"You want to be watered as well?"

"Woof!" With a flick of his wrist the stream of cold water suddenly shoots straight at me and I'm refreshingly soaked in the freezing cold water. As the water moves back to the flower beds I pant happily as I feel much better thanks to my kind owner.

Having enough of being outdoors I shake myself dry and walk back indoors, quickly moving to my water bowl in drain it down in thirsty gulps and walk in the living room where I suddenly feel a pleasant breeze as a fan moves back and forth, exhausted I slump to the floor and lay spread out allowing the breeze to run back and forth across my body as I drift off to sleep.

I awake to my owner stroking my head.

"Come on boy wakey wakey. Time for walkies." I get to all fours, I love going for walks. I stand wagging my butt as they attach a leash to my collar and I excitedly follow them to the garage and with their help climb into my cage in the boot of the warm car. With the doors all closed the engine roars to life and I watch through the window as the world outside passes by, people and trees, a few other dogs, all fascinating to watch as they fly by. As we continue to travel the world outside slowly changes from buildings to large numbers of trees until we finally come to a stop and the noise and feel of the engine dies. I impatiently wait in my cage, my front paws moving slightly as I want to get out and explore the area. The boot door opens and I'm met with a breeze of fresh air blowing away the stuffy air of the warm car, as I'm helped down to the slightly stoney dirt ground I look around and see trees towering above me and surrounding us, we're in the woods, I love the woods.

I feel a tug on my leash and obediently follow my masters as we walk towards a path through the trees and into the woods, the trees providing plenty of shade from the heat and the air is filled with the rustling of leaves and the singing of birds, and smells of the dirt beneath my feet and the plants fill my senses. I pant happily as we walk along, my owners talking about something but I barely understand any of it, not that it bothers me, I don't need to know and I'm enjoying exploring of the area, sniffing around, looking in the bushes, watching birds and squirrels.

"You want to explore?" I look up at my owners panting happily.

"Woof!"

"Ok but be a good boy and don't go to far." I feel the leash unclipping from my collar and quickly crawl ahead, stopping every now and then either to investigate something or to look back and check if my owners are still nearby, remembering not to go to far and also to reassure myself in an unknown environment. As I explore I reach a large open space with no bushes, just a few large trees, looking around I find a nice size stick and lowering my head I pick it up in my mouth. As my owners walk into the clearing I proudly bring them the item I found.

"You want to play?" I allow my owner to take the stick from my mouth and I sit on my knees panting excitedly. I watch the stick excitedly as my owner moves it teasingly in front of me before throwing it.

"Go fetch!" My eyes follow the stick as it flies through the air and lands on the ground, I race after it and pick it up in my mouth before bringing it back with a proud sense of accomplishment.

"Good boy! Ready? Fetch!" I watch as my owner throws my stick again and I chase after it happily as it lands.

Panting and breathing hard from chasing the stick several times I bring the stick back once again, slowly returning to my owners.

"I think that's enough for now, come on, let's go and sit down." Still carrying my stick in my mouth I follow my owners to a fallen tree trunk as they sit down and get items out of their bags, one being a dog bowl which they fill with water and place on the ground in front of me, hot and exhausted I drop the stick and immediately begin to drink the water, my owners giving me light strokes along my back as I lap eagerly at my bowl. Finishing I lay down on the dirt floor next to my owners as they enjoy a drink and some food.

"You want some?" I look up at my owner and sit in response. I watch as he lightly throws a bit of food onto the floor and I dive towards it quickly picking it up in my mouth, not caring about the dirt that now covered it. I return to my owners licking my lips and laying back down and rest by their feet, they're so kind to me. As I lay I enjoy the light wind blowing over my body and the sounds of nature around me and the happy sounding voices of my loving owners, I close my eyes happily as I relax.

I raise my head alertly as I hear footsteps in the distance, as I hear them get closer I get to all fours to possibly defend my owners.

"What is it boy?" Suddenly a familiar looking man walks into view with two naked puppies on a leash. One of them, Jack, I remember meeting a couple of times, unlike me he hasn't been modified and instead has his fingers kept in black mitts locked around his wrists and his ankles are chained to a chastity cage to keep him from standing. I happily go over to him to say hello, we both sniff each others butts and he looks over my body, mostly at my modifications, with curiosity, he might be wondering if it will happen to him on day, not that either of us really have a choice in the matter, as a pet my last choice was becoming my master property fully knowing that I might have my fingers and feet removed and be neutered. Judging by how much Jack's cock is straining in his cage I think that he likes my modifications but he also looks like he hasn't been released in a while, maybe being neutered would be better, I remember my first month before I was fixed, it was so difficult not to hump the furniture near the end.

The other pup was female, like Jack she has her hands in mitts but unlike Jack her legs are restrained in such a way that she has to walk on her knees and her private areas are fully exposed and on display. Also unlike her companion she is muzzled, I'm guessing that she is somewhat new and still learning and being trained. She looks at me nervously as I approach to say hello and sniff her. Unlike Jack her reaction to my modifications seems to worry her slightly, as if she finds them a scary possibility, although I think seeing that I was neutered calmed her in some respects, not that I'd be interested if I wasn't fixed. Maybe Jack is though and having gotten a female maybe their owner has plans for the two of them.

"This is fifi. Fifi say hello, these are friends." She nervously sniffs at me, she seems very new to her role but I think she'll soon learn to embrace and enjoy it. Her owner lowers himself and gives her a reassuring stroke on the head.

"It's alright girl." I turn away as Jack nudges me and the two of us begin to play with each other, chasing each other around, fifi watching by her master's side, after a while she joins in and the three of us have fun while our owners chat.

"Time to go." I pause and we collectively stop playing, I look back at my friends and panting hard in the heat and humidity walk over to my owners who clipped my leash to my collar.

"Thanks for letting us use your woods, he's definitely enjoyed it, haven't you boy?"

"Woof." I pant loudly before seeing my stick I again and picking it up in my mouth.

"Any time, this is always a safe place to bring your pets for some time outdoors." I feel the tug of my leash and begin to walk back the way we came as Jack, fifi and their owner walk in a different direction. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a companion but I also wouldn't want to have to share my owners.

As we walk I suddenly feel preasure inside and stop, I feel the tug of my leash but don't move, I instead squat as a stream of piss flows onto the ground making a small puddle of mud, followed by my shit landing on the path. Feeling better I hear one of my owners sigh and pull out several items from their bag.

"We can't leave that on his land, he might not let use back." My owner moves behind me and scoops up my mess before I feel a wet wipe over my ass making sure that it's clean before we continue on to the car.

I climb into my cage still holding my stock in my mouth.

"I guess he has a new toy."

"At least it's natural and he isn't chewing on plastic or rubber." With that they close the boot and climb into the car. Tired and warm my eyes close as we drive away, now in the car I just want to go home.

I awake to the sound of the boot door opening, the movement of air blowing over me after being stuck in the car is refreshing and I'm let out of my cage and down onto the ground. Still holding my stick like some sort of trophy I walk into the living room and drop it by my bed before collapsing onto it and as the fan blows cool air over me I continue the nap I was having in the car.

I awake to delicious smells and various sounds from the kitchen, as I stretch and yawn I feel my stomach rumble as I'm hungry from a busy day outside exploring and playing with others. I walk into the kitchen where my owners are busy making their own dinner and sit by my empty bowl and wait patiently. My good behaviour is quickly rewarded with a pat on my head and my bowl being filled with the same meal I always have, cold cooked mince meat and vegetables. Hungry I lower my head down to my bowl and begin to eat it quickly, I don't mind that I always have the same food, it's delicious, filling and I'm grateful that my owners feed me and look after me so well, there really isn't anything to complain about, if I want variety I can beg for scraps and earn treats, which are usually tiny pieces of chocolate. Lifting my head I see that my owners have already finished eating their meal and walk up to them sadly.

"You want more? Well I got something for you, a special treat. Sit." Wanting my treat I sit abd wait obediently. I watch my owner as he undoes his trousers and pulls out his hard cock.

"Suck." I immediately jump to all fours and move my head over his cock and being to suck it, my tongue moving over its head and filling with his taste, while I move my head up and down pushing him deeper down my throat and allowing me to smell his scent as my nose gets closer to his crotch. It doesn't take long for me to receive my treat as my mouth fills with my owners warm cum, the taste better than any other treat as I greedily swallow it down, as he pulls out I lick and lap at his cock not wanting to waste a single drop. His hand gently pushes me away as he places his cock back into his underwear and he gives me an affectionate scratch behind the ear.

"Good boy." Still tasting my treat I pant happily as I'm told I'm a good boy and get loving stretches, I love my owners so much. I look up as my other owner opens the backdoor and a cool breeze flows into the room, feeling warm I slowly wonder out into the garden, the evening sun in the clear sky still bares down its heat but there are now shady areas where I can rest and enjoy the weather.

As the evening progresses things get easier to do and I feel a sudden burst of energy, I chase my ball around the garden and my owner joins in at one point throwing the ball and having me fetch it. Eventually I yawn and lay down on the grass while my owner strokes my side and gives me belly rubs. I happily close my eyes as I hear my other owner coming outside.

"It's getting late, I'm heading off to bed."

"Alright I'll head up in a bit, I just have to get him sorted for the night. Should we leave the fan on for him?"

"Why not just have him sleep out here in his kennel? It will probably be cooler. Part of me feels like doing that myself in this weather."

"That might be the best idea, plus we'd not spend money on the fan having to be on all night. Would you like to stay outaide tonight? Yeah? You're going to camp outside tonight aren't you? Yes you are." I just enjoy my petting and being talked to, I barely register words these days, there's not really much point as I don't speak and I also have no actual say in what happens but if my owners think that I'd be better sleeping out in the garden tonight then who am I to argue, they know best and always do what's best for me.

"Woof." I respond happily letting them know that I trust their judgement. I rise as they clip my leash to my collar and follow without question as I'm led to my kennel and my leash is hooked to its outer wall. My owner lowers themselves and strokes my head and points to the inside of the kennel.

"You're going to sleep out here tonight, don't worry, you're still a good boy and we still love you but it will be much cooler out here tonight, so you'll be more comfortable." I watch as they go indoors, getting up to follow I quickly find that I can't go far, my leash only allowing me to go a couple of feet from the kennel. Realising that fact I lower myself back down and lay down on the grass. Not long after my owner returns and places a bowl of water down by my small dog house and gives me another fuss.

"You have plenty of water incase you're thirsty. Goodnight, I'll be out in the morning to give you your breakfast. Be a good boy now, behave, no loud noises." I watch sadly as he goes back indoors and closes the backdoor behind him, leaving me all alone outside in the back garden. Curious I get up and find my water bowl and have a small drink before laying back down again and enjoying the cooling air as the sun finally sets and the sky begins to turn from light blue to orange and then to a navy blue. I watch as birds fly in the cool air and listen as they sing, I watch as tiny dots of light begin to fill the night sky and enjoy the peaceful silence.

Now in total darkness I feel the air blow over my body and feel a small amount of fear and look over at my home, which is also dark as my owners sleep. Part of me wants to bark and howl to make them come and get me, to be indoors where I feel safe and be with my owners but I remember that I was told to behave and not make noise, not wanting to be a bad boy I remain quiet, plus I should trust that my owners are doing what is right. As time passes I get more comfortable with the dark, I jump a few times at strange noises and make sure that my owner's home is safe but it was nothing a low growl couldn't solve.

Feeling more cool than the night before I begin to feel sleepy and enter my kennel and lay down with my head resting outside to keep watch, my eyes slowly closing I fall into a peaceful sleep.

I awake to the sound of the backdoor opening and feel the cool air in the shaded garden as the birds singing and people moving about fill my ears.

"Did you sleep well out here last night?" I get to all fours and pant happily at my owner as he gives me a loving scratch behind the ear and strokes my head.

"You were such a good boy, I didn't hear you once." I jump slightly and lick my owner overjoyed about seeing them.

"You seem to have slept better, I see that you have lots of energy. After breakfast we can play for a bit." I watch them go indoors and sit outside my kennel enjoying the shade and happy to not be to warm, understanding why my owners made me sleep outside, as always they just want to look after me. Seeing my owner return with my food bowl I continue to sit obediently and patiently as they place it down in front of me. Seeing the food I feel hungry and quickly lower my head to the bowl and eat my meal, my butt wagging happily as I do so. As I finish my food I feel my leash unclip from my collar, looking up from my bowl and licking my lips I see my owner holding a rubber bone, my eyes lock onto it and I stand excitedly.

"You want this? Sit." Wanting the toy I obediently follow their commands and watch as it is thrown across the garden.

"Fetch!" I leap to all fours and chase after my toy and picking it up in my mouth I proudly bring it back to my owner, who takes my toy while giving me a rewarding stroke on my head.

"Go fetch!" I happily chase after the bone as I play with my owner. Enjoying the outdoors, the summer and spending time with my owner I'm lost in the moment, the only thought in my head is how I'm a lucky boy to be living such a good life, with such wonderful owners.