Eyes narrowing with almost total bliss you tilt your head so the hand can reach your ears easier. But something makes you feel this is not right. Canine instinct against what is left of your human memories. A sudden picture comes to your mind of a young girl petting a dog. But before you can even begin to make sense of this sense of wrongness Robin is rolling you over on your back.
“Good girl. Nice bitch.” He tells you even as you some how know that bitch means you. But what is a girl your mind wonders?
“Well her first set of teats is too big for a female dog. Much too breast like for comfort.”
You hear the young dog who is kindly rubbing your belly. Well the feeling of getting scratched in those hard to reach places is nice you are not too sure what to think of this male making your submit to him. As after all none of them even have tails so why is it you who has to show belly like a pack follower. No they gave me food so must be a powerful pack of dogs. Another part of your canine self tells you as a content ness of knowing ones pack rank fills your being.
“You both worry too much.” You hear the elder bitch tell the two males.
“Should we put her out back in the old kennel for now? That is till she is done?” The elder male asks ignoring you much to your annoyance. Hoping for attention you give a bark which causes all three big dogs to jump slightly.