You are still felling the happiness that you got from being picked. You start biting at your clothes. The keeper helps you take them off and you feel much better. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as the keeper attaches a collar around your neck. "I think your name should be Hoss. Hoss sit" she said. Upon hearing your name you regocnise it and the command. You sit on your haunches like a dog and wait. "good boy hoss." she says as she tnrows you a treat. You catch it in mid air and chomp it down. You then set upon your walk. You are usually ahead of your mistress. You stop and lift up your leg and feel successful after marking your territory. You also take a shit. You meet another dog. You sniff his ass as he does yours. You start wanting to hump him to him your top dog but mistress tugs on your lead. You feel very happy when she takes you off your lead and lets you run free.