I pant excitedly as my owner helps me to climb into my cage in the back of the car, I love going outside on walks, exploring new places, breathing the fresh air, finding interesting things to listen to, look at, sniff and play with or even eat, spending time with my owner rather than being left behind when they leave. I turn and face my owner as he strokes my head lovingly and closes the cage door, securing me safely inside as he closes the door, before quickly getting into the drivers sit behind me, I always hate the brief moment between being shut inside the car and the engine starting, a slight uncertainty creeping in about being left in the car, before the relief as the car rumbles to life and we begin to move, leaving my home as we travel to an adventure. 

I watch happily as the outside world moves passed me, trees, houses, cars, people, even a couple of dogs also out with their owner. The car suddenly slows as we turn into a carpark, one that feels familiar as we slowly make our way to a concealed part behind a building and away from view of the main parking area. Why does this place seem familiar? It's not the park, which I wish we were at, I love the park, not the woods, no trees, not one of my owners friends homes, I enjoy getting attention from them, not the dog hotel I visit when my owner goes away. I look around slightly worried as I try to place where we are, I'm sure my owner wouldn't bring me somewhere bad. 

I feel a wave of excitement come over me as the boot door opens, letting in a breeze of fresh air, as my owner let's me out to explore wherever he has brought me for our adventure. I look around as I stand obediently on the hard concrete floor, standing on all fours, my body long ago modified to be unable to stand on two legs like a human, my feet removed, at the same time as my fingers and balls. I relax slightly as I feel my leash clip to my collar, the feeling of being linked to my owner reassuring me, making me feel safe and protected in the unknown environment, one full of large looming buildings and cars. I feel the tug of my leash prompting me forward, I obediently do as I'm instructed and begin my walk with my owner, enjoying the fresh air as it blows over my naked body. 

I sit as we reach a door, waiting patiently as it opens, a man in a green uniform standing inside, a familiar smell hitting my senses, one I remember not liking as I'm led inside. My walking is hard on the smooth floor, my pace slowing as I move through the corridor, the sounds of various animals echoing, dogs, cats, even a bird. Where am I? Why has my owner brought me here? 

I suddenly realise and stop in my tracks, memories flooding my mind, of walking up in a cage, my body altered into its current form, the shock, the fear. I'd agreed to the changes but waking up afterwards somewhere new and now helpless was still a terrifying experience. 

"Damn, he just realised where we are." I feel my owners hand gently stroke my head and back, reassuring me, my mind remembering him collecting me from here and caring for me, helping me learn how to live my new life, he has always cared for me and loved me, that's why I agreed to what was done to me in the first place. 

"It's alright, nothing bad will happen to you, I'll be with you the whole time. Be a good boy for me and you can have a treat after." Treat? I love treats, and my owner will be with me, so this won't be to bad. I continue forward like a good boy and enter a medical room, one that smells clinical, a strange mixture of chemicals and other animals. 

I obey as I'm told to stay still on a platform, one that moves slightly underneath me.

"Weight is fine, I see you've been sticking to the diet and making sure he has plenty of exercise." 

"Yes, I've been better at saying no to him, even when he begs for more food or treats, although he does get them for good behaviour." 

"Well that's fine, he deserves them as reward for good behaviour but we want him to remain fit and healthy." 

"Well he gets plenty of walks and we play everyday." I'm not entirely sure what they're talking about but the words are exciting, food, treats, walk, play, I love doing all of those. 

I move off the platform and with some help climb onto the table, one I'm trapped on, the floor below a large drop down for my modified body.

"Right, let's have a look at you." I remain still as a gloved hand runs along my back, then feels my sides, finger prodding at my ribs, then running over my belly. I feel a hand touch my crotch, running along the scar beneath my limp cock. 

"Everything is fine down there." I flinch slightly as a finger gently presses against my asshole, and slowly slides inside, causing me to let out a quiet moan. 

"Everything is good there. Is he going to the toilet alright?" 

"Yeah, he doesn't seem to have any issues." I continue to remain still as my lips are pulled around, exposing my teeth. The vet and my owner continuing to talk about me while I'm pulled around, my owner answering for me, unable to do so myself, my own opinion and say unable to be vocalised. 

"Teeth seem healthy, keep up the regular cleaning." I feel my eyelids spread open as he looks into my eyes. 

"Eyes seem healthy, a little dry, might need drops if that persists, but nothing to worry about, it could just be the weather." I feel their fingers push into my neck and lower jaw before they move around to my side. 

I jump slightly as I feel a cold object on my chest.

"Heart rate is a bit fast but I think that's just from being here, everything sounds healthy." I feel something wrap around my front leg and slowly begin to squeeze it, causing me to let out a whimper at the unpleasant feeling. 

"It's alright, good boy." I hear my owners words and feel his comforting hand stroking me, telling me that everything is fine, that I'm safe, I try to remain calm, if my owner says it's alright then I should trust them. I suddenly feel the pressure disappear and the fabric is removed from my now slightly tingly leg. 

"Blood pressure is good. Everything seems fine, I shouldn't need to see him again until his next annual check up." 

"Thanks, always good to know everything is alright." I suddenly see a small piece of chocolate under my noise, the delicious smell filling my senses as I carefully take it out of my owners hand, any discomfort and displeasure immediately forgotten and forgiven as I enjoy chewing on my treat for behaving well. 

"Come on, let's get you home." I don't complain as I'm helped down off the tall table I've been trapped on, and gladly follow my owner down the corridor and outside. Feeling the fresh air I stop, a sudden pressure in my bladder as I move over to a small bush, raise a leg and immediately relieve myself. I shake and follow my owner to the car, eagerly climbing inside, grateful to be back in my cage with its familiar smells and comforting bars surrounding me, no more being poked, prodded and pulled around.