Damon's grand tour of Circe's mansion was exhilarating. He just couldn't believe his luck! He'd escaped his abusive stepdad, watched him meet justice, and found a new home with someone who wanted his companionship, all in one day! He noticed that with his new dog senses, he didn't so much look around the rooms as sniff through them, listening to Circe's explanations with a perked up ear or two.
"This is the dining room, as you can see it's as big as the main hall for when we have ... what you might call guests from time to time. You will eat by my side. Now further along in here, is the kitchen. Usually I don't do a lot of non-magical cooking, but occasionally it's nice to stir things or knead dough with one's own hands for a change. There will be little extras in here for you, when you're being a good boy."
Damon's new mistress shot a sparkling beam of light with one hand, and when it struck the counter, it materialized into a box, which she then picked up and opened. The aroma that burst forth from it made Damon's mouth water. He heard some rattling and saw her take out a bone-shaped pastry--a dog biscuit! It was longer and wider and than the ones Damon's stepdad used to feed Malt, and there didn't seem to be a brand-name logo on it. She tossed it in front of him, and he sniffed it and cautiously picked up with in his mouth. It was... delicious! He started crunching it with gusto, dropping crumbs everywhere which he then licked up off the floor with his large and surprisingly dexterous new tongue. He even started licking some of the residue off her hand, and then kept licking her just because it was his only way to say "Thank you."
Circe patted his head affectionately and guided him onward to the next stage of the tour, upstairs.
"Here are my guest bedrooms, you won't have to pay them much mind. You will be spending the nights with me in my master bedroom: right... down the hall, almost there... here!"
Damon inched his muzzle into the door and sniffed in the smell of perfume and fine fabrics. Stepping in a bit further, the clicking of his claws died down as his rough pads sank down into luxurious red carpet (or was it green? brown maybe?). The smell of Circe was strong in here, as though... well, as though she slept in here almost every night. There were a few other human and animal scents that were weaker, along with the occasional smell of sex. Every human scent seemed to be paired with a beast smell that was just a little bit fresher; perhaps Circe's lovers didn't tend to remain human either. After another few steps, Damon's inquisitive nose made contact with a cushion-like platform on the floor.
"What you're looking at now is your new custom pet bed, right beside my enchanted queen size. Want to see how you like it?"
Accepting the invitation, Damon probed a front paw forward onto the pleasant cushion. Stepping the rest of his legs up onto it, he found it was an easy fit, even for his big Beauceron body. He paced around slowly in a circle, examining the thing from all angles. Then he flopped down and gave a relaxed look up at Circe, just to let her know he agreed it was comfortable.
"I'm glad you like it," she said with a smile. "I'd be rather surprised if you didn't--the material is from the witch kingdoms, far more perfect than anything that could be made with your original species' clumsy industrial machines. A square cubit of your new bed would be worth millions here in the mortal world. Now if you like, we can go outside and get you acquainted with my garden, the forest, and some of the animals I keep out back. Consider it our first proper walk."