Yes, He is Reintroduced to a Costar

As soon as the doorbell rang, Chris started running for the door. His master's had said they had a special treat coming over for him tonight and he couldn't wait to see what that treat was. He was practically jumping up and down while he waited for his master to open the front door. He would do it himself, but dog's don't answer doors, besides they have paws like him, not hands.

Chris wasn't technically a real dog, although he did often wish he was. What he was really jealous of about real dogs were their tails. He had a tail himself, which he proudly wore when his asshole was filled with a toy, but he longed to have a tail he could wag to let his masters know how much he loved them, a tail that he always remained. His master's said they knew someone who might be able to make that tail dream a reality, and if he was a lucky dog maybe he might get that tail for Christmas. That would be an even better gift than the doggy-bone-dildo he got last christmas.

As Master Scott headed for the door he made sure to pat Chris on the head. Chris loved recieving such affection. Master Scott was his favorite of his two masters. His other Master was gone a lot on business but Master Scott was always there to feed him, take him on walks, and make sure his hole got plenty of fucking. Master Scott would also occasionally take off the cage around Chris's penis and let Chris fuck him. He also couldn't ditch the nagging feeling that Master Scott was his brother, which couldn't be possible, Master Scott was a real human and he was nothing more than a doggy human.

Master Scott opened the door and welcomed in the evenings invited guest.