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"Dog Days 1" Frank
1 Things were getting a bit tiresome. After just about a year of "dinkering" to achieve this glorious week of total relaxation and pleasure, I had some doubts concerning the wisdom, or sanity, of my objectives. I was in fact, on the verge of what could be described as a "panic attack". Calling out for help would not be a really good option. On a previous occasion I had called out, well like a primal scream, and my action had attracted attention. The results of that event were still not at an end. The best that I could hope for was to have been regarded as "amusing".
It was fairly certain that the local police had not been contacted. This would have brought most unwelcome attention. There would have been questions, but the answers would have been formulated and acted upon prior to the questions being asked. The local police, charged with the maintenance of law and order in this fine community would have not been pleased with my situation or appearance. Anything that was left of me would have been disposed of on the other side of the community line.
Among other things, I would not have been recognized as a "resident" of the community. Those that were residents were the fine upper crust of society, none with a worry of where their next meal would come from, none with a shortage of anything. There were those like me that were permitted to exist within the community lines simply because it was convenient to the residents. It was assumed that we were under the direct supervision of an resident. We occupied various approved "quarters" and went about our assigned tasks. The police were their to protect the residents, there only concern with us was to "keep a close eye on us". In fact approval for a "residential worker" or a "day worker" was required from the police department. We each were issued an identification card with our picture and the identity of our "sponsor". The same requirements applied to other mammals that were kept as pets.
General
Our quarters was located in the home of an active duty of the Armed Forces on assignment in a command position in Europe. This assignment had come at a time when my wife and I were available and he was in need of services that we could provide. We were selected for the interview based on the recommendation of close personal friends of the Mrs. General. This had originated from the new wife of my college roommate.
General and Mrs. General had decided that they liked us. More importantly, Ginger had decided that she liked us. She especially seemed to have liked me. Ginger was the Great Dane in residence with the General and Mrs. General. Ginger could not travel to the new post because of her age and the fear she would survive the trip and the required quarantine. They could not exactly turn down the "job offer" (if that is what the military calls it) because of Ginger. They certainly did not want to sell the house. This was anticipated to be the last tour of duty for the General. They could not "rent" the house due to neighborhood restrictions. As the designated "house sitters" we would take care of Ginger and occupy the house. The fact that we were on site and approved by the both the police department and their insurance carrier was a significant factor. Besides Ginger liked me so everything else was just paperwork. Our commitment to a three year tour of duty in this role was a requirement. Ginger was not anticipated to remain there for the three years.
The house was fully furnished and equipped. There was a well stocked pantry, refrigerator, bar, and wine cellar. We agreed that the liquor and the wine be liquoried and placed into locked storage in the house, but we accepted the offer of consuming the food. There were a lot of things included. A house-cleaner (approved "day worker") arrived every Thursday morning and went about the "heavy cleaning". The front yard and public back yard was taken care of by a professional landscape company. The pool was also serviced by professionals. At the back of the large lot was a major garage. It contained stalls for four vehicles. One was for the "family sedan". They disposed of this car prior to departure. The other three stalls were occupied by classic automobiles of considerable value. A mechanic arrived each Tuesday morning and assured that they were in good condition. This involved starting them, allowing them to run for a while, and leaving them safely covered under their custom car protectors. This left one stall for our use.
Between the garage and the back yard swimming pool was the "compound". The compound occupied about ninety percent of this area, leaving a walkway from the garage to the house that did not require entrance to the compound. The compound as Ginger's home. Since Ginger was a "canine in excess of 80 pounds" local regulations called for a high security unit to contain her. The outer perimeter of the compound disguises the required six foot tall chain link fence with a combination of wood privacy fence and well groomed hedges. Inside the compound fence were several mature trees. Just about two thirds of the compound was allocated to the "front yard". Then came the "dog house". This was a substantially constructed building with a "run" constructed in the rear. There was "yard" on both sides and at the rear of the dog house. A walkway from the front gate lead to the entrance at the center of the front of the dog house. This entrance opened to the "people area". The room had a cathedral ceiling and was a comfortable "den". On the left was a full bath and the utility room containing the central air conditioning and the water heater. On the right was a storage closet and an "almost" kitchen, being short the "cooking stove" it allowed the building to qualify as a "guest house" instead of a second residence on the property. kitchen area did not contain a stove which allowed the dog house to be classified as a "guest cottage". The remainder of the building was divided into two equally sized "kennels" and a "maintenance area" between the two kennels. The kennels opened by way of a hinged trap door that was controlled from the maintenance area. Due to the security concerns the professional landscapers were not permitted to care for the compound yard. This duty was assigned to me. Very nice mowers and lawn equipment was provided for this purpose.
Ginger spent her last days in this building. She received frequent visits from her vet. The owners were very concerned that she be comfortable and not suffer in her last days. The vet and I had the authority to agree to terminate her existence if we found it to be necessary. There were frequent telephone calls during this final period. I placed the final telephone call on October 23rd to inform them that she had passed quietly in her sleep after one final afternoon romp in the yard. As had been planned (in violation of at least three city ordinance) she was laid to rest under a tree in her play yard. A marble stone was erected shortly afterwards.
The weekend before Thanksgiving I had occupied the dog house that Ginger had vacated. That was a great experiment that had led to much "dinkering" in the last several months. Now it was mid-October of the following year and I was spending a whole two weeks of vacation in the doghouse.
You may perhaps remember an old Jack Lemon movie where he worked in this large office of an insurance company. There seemed to be a hundred desks containing people just like him. I had a similar job in a large insurance company. It was an eight to five, Monday to Friday position. I read applications and placed them into one of four out-baskets. I had attended four years of college to obtain this position. I had started this position on July 1 after graduation in early June a year ago. All of this was made possible by the good grace of my roommate and his wife.
Obviously, I was very fortunate to have such a nice roommate. There had only been one roommate in the four years of college. I had sort of arrived from nowhere with a VA orphan's assistance, social security survivor's assistance, and a scholarship to the fine institution. I had made the choice of this fine school from several that were available to me. My roommate did not have a real choice. His family's name was attached to one street, three buildings, and several other fixtures at the school. His wife's family also was named on a building. She could not attend this fine institution since it was an all-male military environment at the time.
He had sort of introduced me to my wife. I met her one evening when I returned from the library where I had been engaged in the strange and unusual practice of studying. I had to go there to study because the social activities in our room were not conducive to achieving this purpose. He entertained frequently. Usually, it was close friends that listened to music and smoked cigars while increasing the tales of their weekend achievements. This particular evening was different. It was a Friday night on a home football weekend. While the next day would bring his family to the campus he was "free" for the Friday evening. He was entertaining this young lady that he had met at a business establishment just off campus and he was engaged in "showing her a good time". I saw this as soon as I walked in the room. They were without benefit of clothes on the lower bunk (his of course). There clothes were in various places in and about the room. There was a cigar burning a mark in a wooden desk top (that had also been used as a base for slicing a lemon), spilled popular brand soda frequently used as a mixer with rum, and a fairly empty bottle of rum. There were a few other problems here and there but we don't need to cover everything.
The immediate problem was to push him off of her and allow him to settle into his long evening nap, then to get her dressed and out of the dorm. Later there would be room repair and preparation for the official visit from his family the next day. She informed me that she had arrived at this site after having dinner with him at a not so local restaurant. He had obtained her from her domicile in his vehicle. She needed to return to that domicile so that she could sleep and be prepared for a busy work day on Saturday. He had promised to have her home and in bed before ten. He had fulfilled part of that obligation. You may find it amusing that she was the first totally nude female that I had ever seen. I took his keys, got her dressed, walked her brazenly out of the room, down the hall, and past a number of surprised fellow cadets (some without many clothes), and took her home. She informed me that her name was Diane.
My roommate is an amazing person. He can be dead to the world drunk at 11 and awake and alert at 6 the next morning. As he read the morning paper and consumed the coffee that I had prepared for him, I worked at restoring order in the room. For the most part, this was successful and there was no evidence to the family of the activities that took place in the room that were in complete violation of significant rules and regulations. A lesser mortal would have been expelled for any one of them.
In the next four years I got to see Diane a lot. She became my designated "girlfriend". Frequently we (Diane and I) accepted the kind invitation of my roommate's family to share family holidays. As we moved into our junior year my roommate settled on one lovely lady as his main girlfriend and shortly afterwards there were the formal announcements of impending matrimony.
My role remained the same. As you may assume from the initial description, I had become the caretaker for my roommate. I kept the room clean, assured that he had clean and pressed uniforms to wear, shoes and boots that were shined, and that he was present and smiling at all required social functions. The service that I rendered was appreciated by his family. Diane remained in her position of providing him with needed support and entertainment during the long boring week while the rest of us labored with our studies and other assigned tasks. During social visits to his family she also provided for certain needs that were not available from the official girlfriend of record at that time.
During all of this time, I was not a participant in direct intercourse with Diane. I understood that she was, in fact, personal property of the Roommate.. I was permitted to provide maintenance and clean up service. I found this a very tasteful pleasure. There is also the possibility that I could have perhaps been used to satisfy some of the direct needs of the roommate during some parts of the time period when Diane was not available for use. However, the mere hint of homosexual contact at the fine institution is a thought punishable by a slow and agonizing death, and therefore we will not discuss this subject.
It had been my expectation to achieve a commission and enter the service of our country as a bright and shiny second lieutenant. I had no other career plans. This would allow me to continue the tradition that my father had begun.. It was a tradition in which he spent a very short time. Later in my childhood, my mother had managed to upgrade her position as the widow of a second lieutenant into being the wife of a more established senior officer. One of the problems in this transition was me. Arrangements were made and I became detached from that immediate unit. Perhaps I thought that by achieving a glorious military career I would restore my membership. There was no expression of interest in my success or lack thereof.
However, the eyes were not in my favor. I was not a top military student. Although I made all the 'Cuts" and "exclusions" I remained in a very solid position of being the "last". In my view it was an important supporting position. In the last physical, conducted in April of my senior year, my eyes failed to achieve the necessary level required. In fact, the findings assured that I would not be member of any uniformed service. I immediately sent a letter to my mother to explain the situation and to clear up any confusion that might be created by the reading the only invitation to graduation and commissioning ceremonies that I had mailed. There was no response.
So, in late April of my senior year I found that I needed several things. One of them was a job. Another was a place to live. The job was going to be needed fairly soon. To say that my financial condition was "thin" or "poor" was to elevate it to a position above actual fact.
It was the new Mrs. Roommate that suggested the marriage to Diane. It was her contact with the Mrs. General that brought the housing offer. She was also a force involved with the interview from the insurance company. In one three day period I went from empty to what appeared to be security.
There were logistical advantages. The insurance company was located in the downtown area. The public transportation service provided a ride from virtually "down the street" to the office building. I was short some basic things, like clothes to wear to work, that sort of thing. Mrs. Roommate seemed to be aware of that fact and arranged for a local clothing store to provide my new work "uniforms" with a customer account. Immediately after graduation we were married and moved into the "maid's quarters" of the new residence. That gave me about a month to become familiar with the house and to settle in to the General's comfort level with Ginger.
In a more or less, final meeting, Mrs. Roommate made it quite clear that she appreciated our "service" to her newly acquired spouse over the past four years. She had provided us with a place to be and a place to start our new life. She clearly anticipated that from now on, she, and only she would be performing all of these services for him.
Diane had acquired significant experience in the serving side of the restaurant business. The move to the big city provided her with the opportunity to pursue her career at a very fine establishment. Her transportation needs required a vehicle. A friendly automobile dinner provided us with a vehicle and the payment book to match. Actually, we were in very good financial condition. Obviously, having no living expenses was a boost. I had a "good" salary with projections of routine raises, insurance, and retirement plan. Her "take home' pay exceeded mine.
Our personal social life was a bit strange. I worked the eight to five, Monday to Friday, time frame. I would be at the bus stop at 7:05. I arrived home at 5:50 in the afternoon. She typically left for work shortly after five, she returned from work sometime between 2 and 3 in the morning. She was home on Sunday and Tuesday evenings. She drove "the car" to and from work. I drove the car on Saturday mornings to get groceries and run other errands.
We did have fun on the two nights that we had together. We even worked at having sex. Diane is tremendously attractive. Her professional appearance involved exposure of certain aspects of her body. Most prominent was the legs. These were always clad in hose and adorned with high heels. The skirts were short. Second area that was exposed for viewing was the top part. This was also ample and attractive.
Diane is also good at conversation. Perhaps it is because of her experience spent behind the bar listening to a variety of interesting and not so interesting topics. Our experience with the Roommate had provided exposure to many areas. In terms of sexual intercourse with females in the traditional sense, I was a virgin when we were married. While this status changed, it took a significant amount of effort, and especially verbal communication, to make me rise to the occasion. Diane was very good at doing this, and very good at creating the perfect atmosphere for the event. One of the highlights, in my opinion, was the opportunity to clean her area of use. I was somewhat disappointed that I was the only user.
It wasn't long before my verbal direction had turned outside. They seemed to focus on the "compound". After Ginger had passed on, I had made sure that everything was completely and thoroughly cleaned. This involved me being in the dog house "kennel" as well as the enclosed "run". This was a very private setting. I lost several hours one afternoon in the "run". Because, I guess, that I had so much free time on my hands, I began to imagine being in there for long periods of time. One evening, I mentioned this to Diane. I didn't know what to expect from her but she had never recoiled at any of my suggestions or conversations before, so I felt quite comfortable with the idea of expressing my fantasy.
Actually, I seldom had opportunity for conversation with anyone. My coworkers were all older than me. They all had families. If there was conversation during breaks or lunch it involved sports or other activities for their children. I participated in the normal amount of "fund raiser" sales from them, I certainly wasn't regarded as a "bad" person, but I just didn't have much in common with them and their interests. The bus did not provide me with much opportunity. I rode "in" while the maids and other household service people were riding "out" in the morning. The opposite took place in the evening.
Diane listened to my funny story and offered to lock me in the kennel during the next Saturday as she left for work and then she would release me on Sunday when she woke up. This sounded very good to me. There were two entrances to the compound. One from the backyard pool area and one through a steel garage door at the back of the garage. Certainly, there were no danger of casual visitors wandering through the compound area. There was no doubt that I would be "secure". There was a place for a lock on the gate to each pen. The door to the dog house was a steel door with dead-bolt locks on both sides. The heating and plumbing person had just completed the fall maintenance and even if he returned there was only outside access to the utility room. There was, I assume, a chance of "fire". However, the building was constructed of brick, with concrete floors, and steel doors. There was wood inside and there was the roof, but it seemed like a minor risk.
There was plenty of water available in each pen. This was available from a device that provided water by the push of a nose. Or, in my case a hand. Of course, once the bowl was filled, the water had to be ingested by sticking one's face into the water and attempting to suck up the water. It was something that I had already tried and knew how to do. I considered food, but felt that twenty-four hours without food would not hurt me. Actually, the anticipation of being deprived of food for that period created a tingle of excitement. I was concerned with the bathroom situation and had considered a "slop bucket". However, it did not seem to offer what I was seeking to achieve. While I did not discuss the issue with her, I was very much aware that I would expect to need to urinate at some point and that I could "go" in the run. This offending liquid could then be hosed off after the event was complete. I also made, and communicated to her, the decision that I should be naked and that my glasses would not enter the kennel with me.
She was awake by noon on Saturday. I had used the car in the morning for grocery shopping , a visit to the cleaners, a haircut, and the other required errands. This included the visit to the Post Office to extract items from the Post Office box that served as our official residence. The afternoon crept by slowly waiting for her to begin my event. It was about three thirty when she (finally) began to get ready for work. She was most meticulous in this endeavor and while I knew that she did not rush the perfect job that she did with this, it seemed that she did it for simply ever. My time came at a four thirty. I had remained at the kitchen table, just sitting still, waiting, and hoping that she would not forget. I had been so silent that the topic had not been mentioned since Tuesday. She opened the back door and just looked at me. I got up to follow her. She did not move. She motioned to my clothes.. I had assumed that she would have me remove my clothes in the dog house. This was not what she intended. My clothes were removed and my glasses were placed on the kitchen counter. Now that I was naked, all I needed to do was walk out of the house, across the back yard and into the compound. While there was a feeling of comfort at being in the compound in this manner (in fact I had done it more than once), I was not comfortable with being naked in the more public part of the yard. As I followed her to the gate of the "compound" I was not comfortable and in an embarrassed condition.
I was very aware of the graceful way that she walked in those lovely heels with that marvelous figure in the perfectly fitted black uniform with the white blouse. I was rewarded with a favorable breeze that brought her lovely sent to my seemingly enhanced nose.
She unlocked the heavy steel and wooden gate. I assumed that I was to walk through. She blocked the entrance. Without speaking, she pointed down at the ground. In, oh about a week or so, I realized that she expected me on my hands and knees. After I was in position she allowed me through the gate. I waited as she secured the lock. Next came the trip to the dog house. I had never noticed that the walkway had a "rough" surface. Wonderful for sure footed traffic, but not at all pleasant on the naked knees and hands. At the door of the dog house, I waited as she unlocked the two locks and opened the door.. While there were no windows on the room walls there were transom windows located just under the cathedral ceiling on the outside. I realized that without the lights it would be fairly dark inside at night. She walked, with her heels clicking on the tile floor, ahead of me and opened pen "two". This was the other pen, Ginger had lived in pen "one". She waited with the open gate in her hand. It was my final opportunity to say "I was just kidding" and go back to normal life. My position on my hands and knees provided me with a view of her feet and legs. If I had looked up I would have been looking up her skirt. Not that I could have seen that much without my glasses, but I refrained from the intrusion. I entered and turned around. I continued to view her feet and legs as I heard her latch the gate and click the lock shut.
"Be a good boy," she said as she turned and walked towards the door. She opened the door, turned out the lights, and closed the door behind her. I clearly heard the two dead-bolts lock. With the lights turned off, there was very little light in the kennel. There was a small shaft of light from the door that went out to the run. It was on hinges and fairly tight but there was light coming in from around it. I realized, as I listened to the last sounds (I thought) of her heels on the sidewalk it was going to be very dark in here during the night. I was already cataloging a series of items to consider for the next time. I was aware of the water supply and got up and walked over to try that out. It worked, and I realized that if it had not, it would have been a long time without water.
For sometime I remained in the solitude. I found it very peaceful. I had made no provision to be "fed" so there was nothing to do but wait for release. The sound of the heater firing up and the circulation of the warm air was welcome. I had begun to get a little on the chilly side. The floor was cooler than I had expected. I realized that while I would not "freeze" I would not exactly be cozy and warm. Next time I would need to think of that. In the meantime, I needed to think of going outside, it was time to perform a wetting of the outside surface. I located the door, got down on my knees, and pushed my way outside. It was cold. Even though we were in a southern location the October night air was chilly and I did not have clothes between me and it. I performed my necessary duties and returned to the much warmer inside.
The floor was hard, there was no pillow. This was much different than sitting in there on a warm afternoon for a few hours. I found that one place was too warm when the furnace was running and the other places were too cold. I was still awake when I thought that I heard Diane return. I thought that I heard the garage door open, the car drive in, and the car door slam. I waited.. I assumed that she would come by to "check on" my well being. I decided to remain firm in my resolve even if she asked if I wanted early release. The opportunity did not present itself. If that was her she did not make a visit to the compound. I strained to hear her walk towards the house. The furnace fired up and insured that I would not be able to hear her walking. I assumed that she would now be enjoying the comfort of the "big house" and the warmth of her bed.
There was sleep, sort of, during the night. I was awake at my normal time, and scooted outside to perform the usual function required at this time. I scooted back in as quickly as possible because it was even cooler out there than it was before. Maybe when the sun came up it would be better. I think that I probably went back to sleep. I was sitting in a position kind of wedged into the corner when I awoke. I was hungry. I consumed some more water and told my stomach that it would be fed later. It did not seem happy with this decision. Time became a standstill. I poked my head outside and saw that the sun was up. Somehow, I assumed that my ordeal was soon to be over. I would wait patiently. I did. I did wait that is, the patient part was not that apparent. I tried counting in order to establish some sort of time pattern so that I could anticipate release. I got confused and befuddled.
Release did not come. I became angry. How dare she do this to me! After the anger came tears. How absolutely silly of me. First to work to get myself in this position and then to get angry that I was in this position. I went outside. It was comfortable. The sun was shinning and the day was pleasant. There was water available outside. I recalled that it would need to be shut off on the nights that were below freezing. I observed that the sun appeared to be high in the sky. I assumed that it was noon, or near noon. The sun moved and there was no sign of her. I stood at the edge of the run and called her name, several times. There was not an answer. I tried calling in a louder voice. There were two fears, one that she would not hear me, and second that the neighbor would hear me.
The neighbor could be a problem. In their view we were the servants of their neighbors and they had no obligation to speak to us, or otherwise acknowledge our existence. If my cries for her would be heard, it would be regarded as an unnecessary disturbance of the peace and quiet. We knew who they were more than knowing them. On the east side there was a well known surgeon. His wife was active in the better social circles and the leader in several of the major events. They had a daughter that was a junior in an upscale college. She had been in several important "courts" during her social career. On the west side was a businessman. He had "interest" in several major business endeavors and was recognized as a political force. He was married. His wife spent a lot of time at other places. They had children, but they were long gone from home. Obviously, not a lot in common with a pencil pusher and a bartender. Creating a disturbance on a Sunday afternoon was not a good choice for me to make. So, in fear of doing that, I settled back down to wait.
Now I had more problems to worry about. I had made use of the concrete on several occasions to relieve the pressure on the bladder. Now, there was another pressure building. I had assumed that I could wait until I had completed my stay and then take care of that. This objective had not been communicated by the brain to the drain. There was an insistence that evacuation of the bowels would be required very soon. Perhaps sooner than release from the cage.. Not something that had been planned. I will spare you with what seemed like hours of debate on the subject and inform you that I found it necessary to go to the furthermost place that I could find and perform the function. It was horrible, disgusting, embarrassing, and humiliating. Now I was not sure that I wanted to see Diane or not. I could not reach the hose inside the building. There was no way to reach the outside hose. There was installation of toilet paper in the vicinity.
I elected to remain outside. I was very conscious of my foul and offensive odor. I knew that the inside was closed off and that the furnace was not running. I felt that only with the open air could I remain presentable. It was still a warm afternoon. It was still afternoon.
Then it became late afternoon. Very late afternoon. The sun was definitely tipped to one side and showing signs of being gone. I could not imagine what had gone wrong. I could not imagine what I would do. Hunger was still present but had become the least of my worries. I was a loyal and faithful employee. I was always at my desk well before starting time. I had not needed any sick time. I could now imagine my not being able to be at my assigned work station on Monday morning. Worse yet, I was scheduled to attend a training session that began at 10. I would be absent from my first "opportunity". All without a way to call in or account for my failure to appear. I was aware that this would probably lead to being discharged. After all, I was still in my "probation period". I would be locked in a dog kennel as my career made an abrupt right turn into oblivion. The despair over this possibility seemed to displace all of the other problems of the moment. The combination of fatigue and the stress of being abandoned seem to overwhelm my consciousness.
Suddenly, I was aware of her presence. I had apparently dozed, or mentally wandered, off when I realized that she was there. She had apparently visited the interior first. Not finding me there, she had walked around to the outside the run. There she witnessed me with my recent deposit on the concrete. I was simply too embarrassed to speak. Interspersed with my embarrassment was the realization that she was wearing my "favorite" outfit. This consisted of a dark red tailored blouse, a short tight black skirt, black stockings held by visible suspenders, and high heel black pumps. Now, there is something that could be analyzed that would explain my attraction to this ensemble, but I don't try to explain it, I just enjoy it. I could see that she was in the process of getting ready to hose me down. I knew that the water would be cold and that I would be chilly as soon as it stopped, but I knew that it was would make the awful stuff go away, so I turned away from her and braced myself for the shock. I underestimated the shock of the cold water but I appreciated the result. As quickly as the stream stopped I made my way to the inside. There I found the lights shinning brightly. It was also warm. Within moments she was in front of my gate. My feeble eyes had seen the favorite outfit. I was a happy "unit". I expected her to quickly unlock the gate and we scamper towards the "big house" where we would fall into a mass of passion and give in to our, or at least my, lust.
Such was not to be. There was a large bowl on the work table. I had not seen it before. However, it was the same type and size that was used for Ginger. I watched as it was placed on the floor and with a push of her beautifully clad foot she moved it towards me. It contained an ample amount of food. It was a mixture of food. There was meat, potatoes, vegetables, and gravy. Not exactly a candidate for presentation, but sort of all in the bowl. I was able to understand that I was to be fed. While my brain was in this process, I was aware that she had opened the gate and stepped (wonderfully so) into the kennel with me. It was difficult for me to choose between a close up view of her lovely foot or the less than well presented food concoction that was in front of me. Under direct order from the stomach, I reached for a handful of food.
It was then that I was aware that there was one more thing in the kennel. She held in her hand a "ridding crop". It was the standard Mexico made tourist trap item made of black and white strips of thin leather wrapped around a cardboard core. Thousands of homes have these items just waiting for the next garage sale. I became aware of it, because it was used on my outreached hand. It may be cheap, poorly constructed tourist trash, but it hurt. I did not understand what had happened, or why, but I was aware that the food, messy as it was, looked awfully good. I thought the cleverness of putting it in doggy dish was quite nice. I again reached for a handful This time there were two vicious strokes on my hands.
She made no attempt to verbally communicate her message. But being a recent college graduate and all, I was able to link the fact that when my hand reached for food she hurt my hand. Maybe I was not supposed to eat with my hands.. After all dogs never use their "paws" to serve themselves food from the bowl. Yes, through the fog of the dense mind, that message got through. I was able to figure that I was supposed to "feed" with my mouth. How clever of her to come up with this extension of my fantasy!.
So, I stuck my head in the bowl and began to accumulate food into my mouth. Not something that I could do without fully placing my head completely into the gravy topped mixture. I was aware that my nose and eyes were covered with the food. It was cold. It was not pleasant, but my stomach had overruled any objections. I ate as much as I could get down. I had to come up for air between munching and I was quite aware of my appearance.
Since I had stopped she took the opportunity to use the riding crop again I was learning, and I figured out that I was supposed to go "out" into the run.. I quickly scampered through the door. I made no attempt to stand up. I just crawled the few feet and went out the door. On the other side of the door I heard the sound of the trap being closed. I recognized the sound and realized that I was now locked out of the pen into the run. The sun was down, it was dark, I was cold, things did not look that good for me. I heard the sound of water inside. I assumed that she was cleaning the pen with the water-hose. In a few moments she was outside with the hose and I was again being soaked and cleaned. I was left clean, but getting very cold. In another couple of minutes the trap was opened. I poked my head inside and saw that she was waiting by the gate. I crawled in and over to her. She did not move and an I stopped on the other side of the gate where she stood. She opened the gate and then walked to the door. I followed, remaining on all fours. I followed her out the door and waited, shivering in the cold, as she secured the door to the dog house. She then turned and walked towards the gate. I followed just behind her. On the other side of the gate I waited for instructions. For the first time in over twenty four hours she smiled at me.
This time I did not have a problem with being naked walking towards the house. It was dark outside and the lights were turned on. If anyone had been looking I was probably more visible than I had been the day before in the daylight. I was extremely happy. I was attempting to sort out all of the rush of feelings that went around me. Within a few minutes I was busy licking the remains of my pleasure from her.
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