"You know what I mean...how half the time you pass me in the hall, you sneak a sly look back at my tush, and give it a lil' smack, and it makes me squeal. I love it when you do that, and I don't want this situation to deny me of that. It might end up shaped a little differently, you might have to lean down to do it, but I expect my daily dose of butt slaps.
And everything else, really...as much as you find yourself able to do to a dog girl. Tousle whatever's left of my hair. Let me prop myself up on the couch while we watch Netflix, and run your hand along my furry thigh...or let me lay my head in your lap while you stroke my head. That one should be easy, that's a dog thing already.
I'm not gonna be sleeping at the foot of the bed, either. We are still gonna spoon, mister.
Let's see, what else...I'll try some of the formulated dog food if it's better for keeping this body healthy like people say, but I expect you to keep making me my favorites, too. Such a shame about chocolate..."