Living under my roof as my pet is a privilege. I want loyalty, admiration. total obedience. Puppy has learnt never to speak, never to stand. He barks, whimpers and he thinks only as a pet. I think in time I will transform him 24/7 into a pet. And seek other domestic slaves. As he really is better serving me as my bitch pup. He begs for scraps and eats crushed snacks off the floor. I, of course, trampled them to crumbs. He eagerly laps them up. Such a good boy!