I'm a Good Dog

It was a fancy place. A very large place as well. The place was like a first class hotel. As I wondered in, everyone seemed rather friendly and welcoming. Some of them were interesting looking. They were purple and pink striped dogs and seemed to follow some people around, all with the same basic body shape, but some of them different heights. Their eyes seemed rather sleepy with moving rings in them. I continued walking into the building anyway, thinking it all kind of cute actually. Then, as I went to a hallway to check into the place, I was greeted with a paint poured upon me. Immediately as it touched me, I began to change. That pink and purple paint coated me with the same fur as the others. My snout and ears and tail, all grew into canine ones and soon I was covered in those same stripes. My fur and my whole body were changed. My eyes began to swirl as my mind went empty. I could not think. I had no reason to think. I had no reason to do anything. No reason for being. But a wave of gentle bliss flowed over me. I was happy to be this way. I was happy to be a hypno pup. I'm a good dog. Soon someone came to me and collared me and attached a leash to the collar. I was a good dog. They pet me on the head. My tail wagged. I loved them. I was a good dog. They took me with them. They were my owner. I had a purpose. I wanted to do anything I could for them. I wanted to always be with them. That is all I wanted to do. I wanted to be their good dog. And as they took me away, I followed eagerly. I couldn't wait for my owner to tell me what to do. I couldn't wait to be the best dog they ever had, even if they had many others. We wouldn't compete. We just loved our owner. I loved them. I was a good dog. Forever a good dog. Forever willing to do absolutely anything for my owner, no matter what it was. I would die for my owner. I loved them. My tail wagged as I followed them around, my arms reaching out to hold them close.



"I love you."

"You're my good dog."

"I'm a good dog. I love you. Forever."