"Yeah that's right," answered Karl, then he asked, "So how's your Chad? He was mounted by Attila too, was he?" Karl snickered.
The veterinarian looked a little flustered, and tightened his grip on the temporarily paralyzed wiener dog.
"Uh, Chad, my son Chad," he said as if struggling to recall who he was or where he was. There was a look of consternation on his face, and then it brightened, "Oh, he's fine, I'm sure. Now your dog will probably sleep for a couple hours. Did you want to take it in a carrier to Trevor's or leave it here for him to pickup?"
"Attila's his dog, right?"
"Yes, but don't worry, I won't put Chad in the same cage with Attila today," Chad's dad reassured Karl.
Chad could see Karl's fingers dancing on his tablet. Then he asked, "Why wouldn't you put Chad in with Attila?"
"Huh? Uh, no reason. After all Chad and Attila will be spending 3 weeks together, won't they," he answered unlocking Attila's cage, and telling him to stay. He then lifted up Chad's prone canine body, and lay it in the same cage as Attila. "There, Chad will wake up to a friendly face. You can stay here with him for a while, if you like, Karl. I have to make a house call out to the Howard Farm, their prize milker is birthing."
"Sure thing, doc. I wouldn't mind being here when Chad wakes up."
"That could be a while," the doc warned.
"No worries, bye."
"Bye. Oh, and just close the door when you leave, it's self locking and Trevor has a key."
Karl pulled up a stool, and grinned at the prone dachshund as Attila started to prod the prone animal with its big muzzle. He heard the outer door close, and then he took out his tablet again.
"Speed up your metabolism, Chad, and activate speech mode, and wakey, wakey!"
Chad felt as a weight was lifted, but his body still felt heavy. He struggled to his four little paws.
"Fuck you, Karl!" blared Chad's voice out of the tablet.
Karl laughed, "Thought your experience with Attila and your dad might have mellowed you. Well, guess that's Attila's cue to mount you again." The tablet clicked as he typed.
"Wait. What? You can hear me? Please Karl, it's me Chad, I'm not really a dog."
"Yes, you are. And I know who you used to be that's why you're my dog now, and why your brother Trevor the Barbarian is going to train you. You do know about the custom training package that Trevor offers for people that want more from their dogs?"
"What are you talking ab-woof, woof?"
Click. The sound of the outer door opening, and Karl stopped speaking and muted the tablet.
The door flew open with a bang. Karl turned with his fingers hovering over the tablet. Chad's older brother Trevor entered. He was shorter than Chad, and darker, and stockier, but he was all muscle, and hairy. He stomped into the room like he owned the place. Karl smiled, Attila was most definitely his dog. He was the man to turn Chad into a total bitch.
"Trevor," said Karl, "I'd like you to meet my dog Chad, your dog Attila already seems to be getting acquainted."
Trevor snorted a laugh, as he saw the dachshund pinned under Attila's mighty paws as he squatted to mount and knot Chad.
"Well, they'll be like that at least 20 minutes, so we might as well talk about Chad's training. I guess it's already begun."
He pulled up a stool, spun it around backwards and straddled it. Trevor's tight jeans highlighted his swelling cock. Chad was horrified that Trevor would get hard watching him getting raped by a big mastiff, but Trevor didn't know that the dog Chad was really his brother Chad - or did he?