Unable to remain focused on the Great Dane Man any more your thoughts drift back down to a simpler state of mind. Realizing that you were being silly caring what your master looked like, you begin to sniff the air again. Your master smiles at you, and reaches down to scratch your pointed ears. Any remaining thoughts are immediately washed away by the pleasure of your master's scratch. Seized by the instincts flooding your mind, you roll over on to your back with your paws in the air. Your master smiles rubs your belly with his hand causing you to go into a state of complete euphoria, as one of your hind legs begins to bounce up and down uncontrollably. You don't know how long this went on but at some point, Duchess came over intent on receiving a good belly rub too. Your master obliged for a few moments then returned to his newspaper
What little thought power you still posses was stunned at how good that the belly rub had felt and how very base both you and Duchess had become. Part of you was repulsed by how you were behaving but you could understand why. You have a warm home, a master who loves you, and are fed three times a day, what could possibly be wrong with that? But the feeling that you shouldn't be treated this way or consider the Great Dane man your master still remained and made you uncomfortable. These thoughts however were buried under instincts, unable to come out.
"Okay you guys, ready to make some pups?" master said. "Your both great humans but I need some return on my investment. Duchess should go into heat soon and i hope your ready when that happens boy!"
You heard your master speak and could identify the sounds he made as words, but just like with the news paper, you couldn't figure out the meaning. This time though, it doesn't bother you that you no longer understand English. You bark happily at your master hoping for another ear scratch. It was then you noticed that Duchess had started to whine loudly at something.