Humiliation faded quickly as the instincts of being as an animal took more control. Idyllically, all thought of human morality meant nothing to one being then a stud male dog. The strange sensations of walking about naked and doing whatever his bodily urges said he needed to do, he did!
Whether walking on a leash or allowed to wander the backyard, he did, finding a way under the fence and once in the alley behind all the homes, he could roam and look for some horny bitch.
Horny is what it was all about for being a dog, the delight to go for a walk or allowed to run free was really something neat! He as much found that being a dog meant he was young again, agile in the extreme, and found strange delights in licking his own erections.
Taste meant nothing now, whether his cock licking, butt cleaning, or licking at whatever somebody spilled in the street, he failed to care, it was just his normal way of living life, being as a dog.
Running was fun, but finding a female dog, as such a bitch, and one in heat or just horny, this lead him to liking being a dog so much the thought of his returning to being human seemed an outrageous stupidity!