After spending the good portion of an hour, the young pup eventually grew tired of playing catch with himself. Having burned off most of his seemingly endless supply of energy and feeling a little parched, Chris decided that it was time to go back into the house. Spitting out the red colored ball that he had been holding in his mouth onto the grass; it's smooth rubber surface marred with teeth marks and slick with dog slobber, Chris walked up the steps to rear door of his house, panting a little with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Upon entering the house, the first thing that the dog-boy did was get himself something to drink. Using one of the dining chairs to stand on and reach the kitchen sink, Chris took a glass from the nearby drying rack on the counter. He filled it with some water from the tap and then proceeded to drink it by lapping it up with his long tongue. "Ahhh...That's betterrr..." he sighed having quenched his thirst. Whilst still standing up on the kitchen chair, Chris became acutely aware of a stirring sensation between his legs.
Curiously looking down his crotch, the pup watched as his little red rocket began to emerge from his sheath. "What? Why is that coming out?" He asked himself before he suddenly was overcome by another but all too familiar sensation which caused him to grab himself down there. "Oh geez!!!" he cried as he set the empty glass on the counter before he hopped down from the chair and sprinted to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, the pup exited the bathroom after having relieved himself; which in itself was an entirely new experience for Chris as it was the first time he had ever needed to pee standing up while also aiming his puppy pecker into the toilet. "Boy," he remarked "I don't know how guys deal with this everyday!" He giggled to himself about it.
Walking down the hall from the first floor bathroom, Chris stopped for a moment to look at the clock in living room to check the time. "Trrravis should be home in about an hour or so..." he sighed "I suppose I should change back into my old self before he gets here." The pup continued his trek down the hall, the sharp nails on his paws tapping upon the wood floor before he walked up the flight of stairs to the second story of the house. "Hmm..." He thought to himself as he approached the master bedroom "I wonderrrr if Trrravis would like to trrry the program with me? I bet he would! We could have a lot of fun togetherrr!". The idea was enough to get Chris's tail wagging again as he imagined the things that he and his husband could do with the program. The possibilities sure seemed endless. But it was something that would have to wait until Travis got home from work. "Ohhh I can't wait!" said the young pup as he entered the master bedroom.
Chris stopped in front of his mirror and took a moment to admire himself one more time. He had to admit to himself that he truly was a cute sight to behold and if possible he would have loved to have himself as a pet. To Chris, he was like the pet and child that he; as a human woman, had always wanted all rolled into one adorable, furry little package. "If I everrr have a baby or a puppy, I hope they are as cute as me!" He said as looked upon himself and imagined the possibility of his own remark. Even the idea of possibly turning Tammy from a cat into a dog crossed his mind just then.
But again, such plans would have to wait until later as there were more pressing matters to attend to. With his husband due home shortly, Chris knew that he would soon need to return to his human form. Placing his paw-hand on the mirror, he looked into his deep brown eyes reflected back at himself. He smiled and whispered softly "...Someday.".