That was a long car ride just for ‘walkies’

You shily probe at Owner, putting a hand on your side, shivering from the cold breeze. How long was it, really? thirty, forty minutes almost? Owner does not suffer from the wind like you do due to their heavy, camouflage-patterned jacket. They look to the side and warmly reassures you.

You have to drive real far for anything halfway rural.

Now… down, Doggy. It’s time to get going.

You, of course, comply, quickly getting down on all fours and following Owner as to not get your leash tugged from the distance. You both walk (that is, crawl to you) for a few minutes. The silence is a little discomforting, but not as much as your paws being riddled with dirt and mud. You smile to yourself, hoping for another bath with Owner like the last one. They do not look back at you even once, which is somewhat uncomfortable to you. Not out of any kind of curiosity, seen as they probably have either a neutral face or their characteristic plain, dead smile that you are coming to treasure. It’s funny, you think to yourself. You get so much warmth out of what even you can see clearly as a cold person, someone who is mad enough to kidnap another and turn them into a pet.

The whole situation has dawned on you already, but having that constant reminder built of leather and metal around your neck makes you think. Could it be that your mind has elucidated everything poorly? Could this maniac have chosen you, out of all people, out of compassion, more than desire? You don’t like looking back at your old life, but it’s simply too evident that nothing was going even remotely right, and Owner simply… took you away from everything. No more worrying about a job, about your two-month late rent, about anyone that may have hurt you, hell, about anyone you hurt. It’s not too bad to you, honestly. they haven’t treated you wrong until now, and from what you have heard from them themselves, they may actually like you, but that was in your mind already since the first day, wasn’t it? “You’re my only abductee”, those words echo in your head nonstop. It’s such a weird thing to feel honored about, but you know that no one else would go through the lengths they have gone to care and nourish you. No, no one would take the pathetic mutt you are, and even if anyone did, they wouldn’t give you food every day. They wouldn’t exempt you from having to work. They wouldn’t clean you, not as thoroughly as Owner has cleaned you.

Oh, what you felt during that bath! a mix of arousal and discomfort which is becoming a constant in your routine, a feeling of submission like no other, a bond, the only true bon you will ever come to have, the bond between an owner and their dog.

…though you can’t help but feel shame. Not from being owned, that to you is comforting. Shame from being so inferior to them. They have every right to find disgust in you, from your repeated dispiriting words towards yourself, or your weight, even your nipples. Oh, that distresses you so much. Do they find you disgusting? Have they just not noticed? How could anyone like a freak with only six? The doubt is strong enough to put an inquiry in the tip of your tongue.

But you hesitate. Aren’t you pathetic enough as you are now? Do you really want that doubt, even with the chance of being false, to become fact? No, that’s too much for you. No need for another stone for you to drag along…

You’re so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice that they’ve stopped, and you bump your head in his legs.

Ow, sorry...

It’s ok. We’ve made it!

You raise your head and in front of you extends a cliffside. Both of you approach the edge, you take a seat in the tree stump nearby. Even though it is kind of dark, you can see how pretty the scenery below you is. A river meanders through the landscape, segmenting itself into many different paths, you even spot an oxbow lake. almost in a perfect circle shape except for the tiny spot where it doesn’t reconnect to itself.

Even though you want to say something to break the silence, your tongue still feels tied. Indulging in so much thought has led you into being very careful with what you will say, you really don’t want Owner to have a bad impression of you. In any way, good doggies are supposed to not speak. You’re being such a good doggy for him, no need to ruin the moment, too. Though, you could do with seeing them right now. They seem to be directly behind you, judging by the weight of the leash on your collar.

As you think about looking back, you hear a very faint click.

You tilt your head sideways instinctively, and shortly after start to turn your neck backwards.

What was t-

A bright flash, followed by a piercingly sharp BANG. You feel a burning warmth, but it’s quickly followed by freezing cold. It’s cold. It’s so cold. Everything starts to fade as you feel yourself become limp.