Summer the Human Puppy

As soon as Summer was in the house she was ordered to get on the floor. "You're going to be my puppy," Tara explained, taking off her shoes. "Bark if you understand."
"Woof, woof."
"Very good. Puppies don't speak English. So now you can't talk except to say woof. Oh, and I would only adopt a puppy if she showed a lot of affection for my feet, so now that's your role."
Summer started nuzzling against Tara's soles.
"You must be famished," Tara said. "Come with me."
Summer followed her owner to the kitchen. She saw a doggy bowl on the floor with the name 'Fifi' written on it in silly letter. "That's your name now," Tara said. "You won't remember your old one until I tell you to."
Losing her name had a profound effect on Fifi. She had a hard time keeping track of what was her and what was the puppy she was **** to be. She licked her owner's soles as the owner filled her bowl. "Eat up," Tara said. Fifi obeyed.