I pant happily as my owner helps me out of the cage in the back of the car, my modified hands unable to open the cage without their fingers, and my legs unable to climb out without my feet. I stand on all fours on the ground, my limp cock dangling and swaying with the motion of being placed on the ground, my balls long gone leaving it hanging on its own. I look up lovingly at my master as he holds my leash, happy to be taken outside for a walk and feeling safe knowing that he is holding my leash. I obediently follow my master into the woods and enjoy exploring the new environment, finding and sniffing numerous interesting things as we move deeper and deeper into the trees, the only sounds I can hear are the singing of the birds. 
I sit as my owner stops and he ties my leash to a nearby tree, preventing me from wondering off and getting lost in the woods. For some reason my owner looks down at me sadly, I wonder what is wrong and how I can help make him feel better.
"I'm sorry boy, but