Bridget’s first day as a puppy girl

I was slowly waking up. Even without opening my eyes I could tell that the sun had risen and that it was light outside. I kept my eyes closed, trying to stay asleep just a little while longer. It didn’t work.

Instead, I decided to lay on my other side for a bit. While turning I noticed that my mattress felt different from how it usually felt. Of course I had spent a few nights at the zoo, so maybe I was still getting used to my mattress again? As I thought about it some more, I realized that couldn’t be it. The thing I was lying on definitely wasn’t a regular mattress.

I opened my eyes and noticed that I wasn’t in my bedroom, I was looking at my own living room, albeit from just above the floor! In a fraction of a second I recollected all the things I had done yesterday; buying and prepping the food, purchasing all the stuff that I had bought, and finally becoming the petgirl that I had intended to become, pending my move into the zoo.

Looking around the room, I was thinking about what I was going to do today. Probably not much, I figured. Being chained to a 55 Kg (=120 lbs) weight and my hands stuck in these mittens, it’s not as if I could plan a whole lot of things. Besides, dogs simply lie on their bed most of the day and don’t really make any plans either.

Last night I hadn’t done much either. After putting on my mittens and padlocking them, I had simply lied on my dog bed while watching TV. They were showing a rerun of a show that I had seen a few days ago. But that was okay, I liked that show. It was a behind the scenes show in some Australian zoo. It featured mostly Squirrel Monkeys. I definitely didn’t identify with Squirrel Monkeys, but still it was nice to see how the zoo was run, and how much attention the keepers paid to the animals that they were responsible for. They knew everything about them! They didn’t only know everything about the species that they were taking care of, but also knew about every individual animal. Who the parents and offspring were, from which zoo they had originally come, the full medical history of the animals, their status in the tribe, etc.

Just as the show had come to an end, the lights in my living room had started to fade out, and not much later my TV had turned itself off. With the bit of light that I had left I had gone to the toilet one last time and had gone back to my luxurious dog bed. As I had moved around I had to continuously push the dolly carrying the weight forward using my hands. The idea was that I could simply drag it along, but then I kept bumping into it with my knees. So that definitely was not ideal, but it was the closest I could think of to **** myself to stay on all fours.

Sleeping without a blanket was surprisingly easy on a comfortable bed like my dog bed. I had been afraid that it was going to be a bit difficult, but of course I had already had quite a bit of practice while sleeping in the zoo, so that probably helped. It felt as if I had dreamed all night long. I had been in a zoo enclosure, surrounded by monkeys monkeying around, while a pack of dogs was playing a game of tag. I had the pleasure of joining both groups and just had been having a lot of fun. That is, until I woke up.

It had been the last thing I did last night, and it would be the first thing I would do today; visit the toilet. I got off my doggy bed and positioned myself on my hands and knees. The dolly that my chain was attached to was in between my hands and legs. Of course, with the first step I took my knee bumped into the dolly. If my knees weren’t going to become sore from walking on them all day long, they surely would from bumping into the dolly every few steps I took. I tried lifting my knees so I was merely standing on my hands and feet. The dolly didn’t get anywhere near my feet! This could just be the better way to move around.

I walked from my living room to the hallway towards my toilet. I noticed that I had left the door open that separated the two last night. That was probably for the better, because opening the door yesterday night had been a bit of a hassle. The mittens that surrounded my fists definitely weren’t made for operating door handles. I continued my journey towards the toilet and didn’t hit the dolly even once. Success!

It was not a moment too soon, because only moments after I had sat down on the toilet a steady stream of pee came out. My bowls felt pretty full as well so I tried to take a dump, but no matter how hard I pushed, nothing was coming out. Surely my not so healthy food of the past few days had something to do with that.

With the mittens that I had bought as a spur of the moment thing it was ruled out that I was going to be able to wipe my pussy using toilet paper, so I figured my pussy lips would dry by themselves. It was not as if I was wearing any clothing that I could wet. Besides, doggies don’t really wipe their cunt either, do they?

I returned to my dog bed and snoozed for a bit. I still had to eat, but that could wait until later. Once I was done snoozing I heard some birds chirping outside. I walked towards the window and followed their every move for a while. It was not as if I had anything better to do. The birds were just flying around. I didn’t know much about birds or bird behavior, but they were flying behind one another, taking turns. Were they playing, or was this something else? I had no idea, but being the pet that I was, that was okay. Now that the dog in me had been unleashed (pun not intended), I could allow myself to be simply amazed by things without wanting to fully understand them.

After I was done bird spotting I walked, on all fours of course, towards my TV and bumped my nose into the place where I had found the on/off button last night. As if by magic the TV turned on. I returned to the dog bed and lied down, wondering what National Geographic would have in store for me today.

This lifestyle I could definitely get used to.