This is in response to the prompt "non-sexual pet play. Dog Jeeves". I can't find the actual prompt so I'm paraphrasing. Barmy Fotheringay-Phipps has hypnotized Jeeves into believing he is a Labrador retriever--some of the time. Part One is Here.

One thought one had adjusted to a valet who, while superb in every way, occasionally behaved as a Labrador retriever. Jeeves was now given walks twice a day (fortunately all he did was chase squirrels), slept at the foot of my bed at night, shouted at the postman, and begged for food at meals. One thought one could ride this out until Barmy returned from his travels and de-hypnotized Jeeves back into being 100% gentleman’s personal gentleman.

One would have been wrong.