Lying next to the dog, you shift your feet and a dog-like whimper escapes your mouth as you dream.
In your dreams you are naked, but aren't worried for some reason. A voice calls your name and you run toward. A pat on the head and somebody tells you, "Good girl," as they pour something into a bowl.
Dropping to all fours, you plunge your face into the bowl, realising that you are eating a mixture of both dry and moist dog food.
And then the other dog is next you and suddenly you want to play and romp and letting out an excited yip, you lower your front end to the ground and with your hind quarters up, you let out another playful yipping noise.
Sensing what you want, the other dog barks back and playfully nips at you as you dance away, continuing to make various yipping noises.
Suddenly you are out in the sunlight and you and the dog are playing. He rolls you over and you playfully nip at his underside as you roll away from him, enjoying the feel of the grass on your naked skin and then ground pressing against your six teats.
Barking, the mastiff-like dog tries to roll you over and as you push your hindquarters up, a voice from somewhere asks, "What type of dog is she."
Something about this bothers you, but you cannot quite put your finger on what about this is troubling as the another voice replies, "She is a bull terrier and her name is Ice Princess Corona Blue," as the other dog comes up behind you.
The voices recede and you want only one thing as the other dog mounts you, you suddenly realise that he is about to has his way. And suddenly, instead of slipping his penis into your anus, you feel it slip into a part of your body you are quite sure you do not have.
Gasping awake, you look about, terrified and confused. Next to you is the sleeping form of a dog and slowly the afternoons events come back to you. Looking down at your naked form, wondering where your clothes have gone, you lay you head back down. As you look out of the doorway of the doghouse, you think, "Tomorrow. No ifs, ands or buts, I need to find my way back," as you drift back to sleep, unaware that you have stretched yourself out much like a dog would.