I look up out of my cage curiously at the stranger standing above me, his face looks concerned and confused.

"So this is your pet?" I feel a sense of pride, I am my master's pet, I love showing off for my master, he is very proud of me and I want to be a good boy and keep him proud of me.

"So he chose to be like this?" Of course I did. Part of me wishes that I could speak, to explain to them that I am living my dream life. Ever since I can remember this is what I've wanted, I was never goof at being a human, socialising was difficult, I was never good with money, making decisions was stressful, I was never organised, everything was hard. I'd often sit in the park and watch dog owners, their loyal pets happily following them, I'd picture myself living as a dog, my only job is being a good boy and pleasing my owner. Over time I discovered puppyplay and feel in love with it, spending time on my own or with others in pup space, enjoying every moment and hatong returning to the life of a human.

"Yes, he loves it, this is his dream life he always wanted." I turn and pant happily at my master who as always understands me so well. A few years ago I met him online and we talked for hours about puppyplay and each other, our dreams and fantasies, everything. After some time we had a session together and I knew that he was the right owner for me, we discussed everything, how I would be his pet 24/7, never wear clothes, aside from my collar, always walk on all fours, never speak, only bark, whine, whimper, growl, pant and howl, do tricks, eat out of dog bowls, go to the bathroom outside and only answer to my new puppy name.

"Even the modifications?" I watch as he looks at my paws, once hands that had the top two thirds of the fingers removed and my thumb completely removed, reducing them to nothing but useless paws, and my stump like legs, my feet completely missing, preventing me from ever walking like a human, trapping me forever on all fours, lastly his eyes stare at my limp cock, dingling alone, my balls long gone.

"Believe it or not, those were his ideas. He said that if he is to be my puppy then he wants to be a proper puppy. I wasn't so sure to begin with but he was adamant about it and he has nevwr once complained or seemed to be bothered by his new body." Why would I be? Sometimes it can be a bit frustrasting not to be abke to do something, like open doors or my cage, or access food or the toilet but master looks after me, cares for me and treats me well, he plays with me, loves me, gives me attention, so what if I can't use my hands or walk upright? I don't need to, I'm his puppy.

"Do you want to say hello to him?" I look at the stranger, while I feel excited to meet a new friend, he looks a bit nervous and unsure.

"Don't worry, he doesn't bite." I wait patiently as master undoes my cage door and I calmly crawl out and sit, my hind legs tucked under my butt and my weight restijg on my front paws. I pant slightly as I feel master's hand stroke my head, I love being stroked. I turn my head slightly as the stranger approaches me and I feel him gently stroke my head. He stops for a moment as I rise to all fours but his hand quickly runs down my back as he grows more comfortable and confident, which I like, I love making new friends, especially when master introduces me to them.

"See he's harmless." I pant excitedly and wonder if my new friend would l8ke to play. I walk close to him and place my nose up to his crotch and sniff his scent.

"What is he doing?" I hear my owner laugh slightly in amusement.

"I think he likes you and wants to play."

"But he has been snipped, does he enjoy those sort of games?"

"He does, although I think he just enjoys pleasing me and others, he knows it makes me happy so he thinks it will for others." Master is mostly correct there, although I do also enjoy sucking cock or being fucked, even if my sex drive is very low since being neutered. Plus after a while in my cage I'm bored, I need to burn off some energy and want to play.

I feel their hand stroke me more confidently than before as he unzips his trousers, his cock hanging right in front of my face, I stare at it hungrily but wait patiently for my master's command.

"Suck." At the word I excitedly lick his cock, the taste driving me to slide my lips over it and begin to suck on his cock, my tongue rolling over its head, as I move my head back and forth, pushing it into my throat.

"So, what do you think? Now that you've met my puppy, do you have any concerns with our relationship?" I barely hear the words as I continue to suck on his cock, my mind lost in the moment, enjoying my playtime, no worries in the world, besides if the words aren't directed at me then they aren't important, I don't pay much attention to what humans say, it's normally something unrelated to my existence, they talk about human stuff, none of which interests me, i just want to be a good boy.

"I don't see any problem with your puppy. He seems like a good boy." I feel a hand stroking my head and I feel happy as I know I am making both of them pleased.

"Stop." At my master's instruction I obediently stop what I'm doing and pull my head away from their cock, the taste lingering in my mouth, making me wish to continue, to finish earning the treat from their spwcial bone.

"Turn around and raise your ass." Understanding I quickly do as I'm told and turn facing away from the stranger and raise my ass up to him. I feel his cock push against my ass and slide inside, causing me to let out a slight moan and start panting as he begins to fuck me. I move my body in time with him and pant happily and excitedly as I feel him cum deep inside me, as he pulls out I obediently turn and start licking and sucking his cock, making sure to clean every part of it, enjoying the taste of his cum and my ass as I work.

"Good boy." I feel pride and joy at being told I've done well, my eyes closing happily as I feel hands stroking my back.

"He really is a good dog isn't he, he's not even a person, just a well trained animal."

"Exactly, you see why you had nothing to fear or worry about, he's just my pet." I barely pay attention to their conversation as I c9ntinue to happily clean his cock until he pulls it away.

"Are you ready to go out for dinner?"

"Definitely, I just need to get him sorted first. You need toilet?" I look up at my master and suddenly feel my full bladder and a slight preasure in my insides, being fucked must have moved something.

"Woofl" i follow my master to the back door and sit patiently as he unlocks and opens it, as it opens I don't hesitate and confidently step outside, enjoying the feel8ng of the fresh air on my skin and I find a patch of grass and relieve myself in full view, not caring that anyone can see me piss and shit on to the ground. I feel the damp wipe on my ass as my master cleans up my mess and I head back indoors, my stomach now rumbling I wonder when dinner is and head to my empty food bowl and sit next to it.

"I suppose you want your dinner? You hungry?"

"Woof." I wait patiently as my food is removed from the fridge and the cold mince meat and vegetables are slopp3d into my bowl and I immediately bury my head into it, happily biting into my cold meal.

"That doesn't look appetising at all."

"He seems to like it, i never get any compla8nts. It's the closest we can get to actual dog food, I change it up a bit but he has had the same meal twice a day since becoming my pet and he eats it every time. Speaking of meals we'll get going once he's finished and back in his cage."

"Do you have to put him in the cage? He has been in there most of the day."

"That's true, I guess I can leave him to roam the house alone for a couple of hours." I look up from my food as I'm stroked by my master on the head.

"We're going out now, you behave. I love you." Part of me wishes that I could respond with words but that has long been trained out of me, as agreed any human speech was met with punishment, shocks from my collar and days with a muzzle locked around my mouth taught me not to even think of talking and to avoid the chance of accidental words. Instead I will continue to show my love for him by being a good boy, making him happy and being the best pet anyone could ask for. I return to my meal as the two leave and walk out the door, only looking up again as it shuts, suddenly feeling alone.

Finishing my dinner I lick my lips satisfyingly, my hunger now gone. The house is deafeningly silent as I wonder the rooms, feeling bored I chase one of my balls around the living room and happily chew on one of my rubber bones, although fun i would prefer it if my master were hear to play with me, maybe he will when he returns, he normally plays with me every day.

Tired from playing I wonder around for a bit, finding my way into master's room, finding his dirty clothes I happily bury my head into them and sniff his scent, I always miss him when he leaves. Alrhough my mind may not be as sharp or smart as a humans, especially after years of living as a mindless animal but as I wonder my deafeningly quiet home, I do understand that to some, like my master's friend, my life is strange, that they'd ask questions, I may not care, I have long stopped caring, I'm just a dog, what others think is irrelevant to me. But this is the life that I chose, one I've always wanted, and I have no regrets, sometimes it can get a bit boring but I also like how peaceful it is,  i don't have any stresses or worries, i juat live my life say by day, enjoying the moment and I'm gratwful to be able to live thia life. Plus I love my master and I know that he loves me, the collar, with its dangling tag, locked around my neck is evidence of how valued I am. As long as my master loves me then I'm content and happy with my life, that's all a pet really wants or needs.

As the house grows dark I begin to feel slightly nervous, the light switches high above me are out of reach and hard to manipulate with my fingerless paws. I move to my bed and lay curled up on it, waiting patiently for my master to return.