Living a Dog's Life Part 3

Duke heard the rain hit the tin roof of the dog house.
He had gotten used to the sound as he tried to sleep. He felt a little chilly, goose bumps all over his body.
During the first few weeks of his transformation, his master let him cover up with a blanket. Not anymore.
As a "real" dog, it was taken away from him, as was the small mattress that was once placed on the ground inside the pen.
"You're not special," he was told by his master on the night both were taken away. "King and the other boys don't need them, neither should you."
He got used to sleeping on the hard ground. The other dogs layed next to his naked body, which helped keep him warm. They were lucky, he thought. They had coats of fur, not just skin, he thought.
Lying in the dirt, and rolling in it, turned his body a little brown color. It didn't wash off like he thought it would when the master gave him his weekly bath.
"It actually makes you look like you have a brown coat of fur," his master once told him. "Pretty soon, you'll look just like one of my huntin' dogs. You certainly smell like one."
The smell, that took some getting used to. But he finally got used to it. He huddle up with the dogs when they slept and eventually frolicked with them.
Their scent was on him, as were the fleas. The master liked it when he scratched his hair on his head and even on his chest to get at the fleas. He chuckled when Duke scraped his ass in the grass to get at the fleas who has made their home in his crack.
He also did the practice when he took a shit, since dogs did not used toilet paper.
He also found himself getting more limber, walking on all fours. He no longer walked on his knees, which were scaped and bloodied after the first few weeks.
He moved a little faster, but still no where that he could keep up with the rest of the pack when master took them hunting. He released Duke to chase out after them in the woods, but he never really got far.
He finally reached the point where he was showing no human behavior. He was severely punished by both master and King when he ever did.
Master would whip him. King would jump on him and pin him down when master was not around. King was almost as much his master as the master was...and Brian...Duke...knew the pecking order.
He was finally allowed, like King, to come into the house.
King, of course, slept at the foot of the master's bed on the rare occasion they were allowed in. Duke would sit at the foot of the bed.