Laxus et dies (Later that day)

May 29, 1995 -

The day so far had been exciting and spiritually uplifting, yet physically challenging. I was exhausted. We had walked the circuit around his back yard a dozen times, chased a ball, played hide and seek and many other games. Finally I collapsed in anguish. Master Robert reached under my chest and lifted me slightly, "Move from your center." This made no sense to me. I posed a head tilt as my reply, and let his arms carry my weight for a few second instead of my pain wracked limbs. "You are applying every bit of your body weight onto your paws. You won't last very long this way, pup." Releasing me, Master then went to ground himself and demonstrated what he was speaking of. His trot on all fours was clean, efficient and looked to be effortless. "Hold your torso steady by using both your back muscles and abs. Also, land on your foot - toes bent - and your knees at the same time. Allow your entire leg to absorb the shock equally." Realizing the man who is training me to be his dog boy is a dog boy himself made my day. I barked at my new master-pup and Master Robert barked in response. I couldn't help it. I stood firmly on all fours and shook from side to side in excitement - wagging an imaginary tail.

Master Robert spent a few more minutes prancing about offering nuzzles and licks. I admired this man, his body, his potential knowledge and how well he treated me. His calm teaching voice, patient requests and constant smile resulted in unquestioned obedience. The gear helped too, don't get me wrong. With my lead in hand Master walked us both into the house - me attempting to put his "walk from my center" mantra into practice now that I understood the essential mechanics. My wrists and elbows relaxed from less pressure and the slight adjustment in how I placed my feet relieved my knees of most of the shock. 'I can do this' I thought to myself. 'I can do this. I can live like this indefinitely.'

The kitchen floor was cool, white marble which felt wonderful against my sun baked suit. I lay there for a good while watching the wind move the trees through huge double doors. Master had left them open "to let the air in" he said. I was surprised when a small bird flew in landing on the table and then hopping to the back of a kitchen chair. This red-grey feathered spirit didn't notice me as he bounced from side to side and I slowly moved toward his play space. 'He thinks I'm a dog,' I said to myself. 'I am a dog!' The ecstatic happiness returned, but I kept this in check and resolved myself to get as close as possible to my new friend before he flew away.

I slowly inched forward and then sat perfectly still with my head near the chair back. My bird-friend bounced onto my muzzle's top strap and then back onto the chair. I prayed silently for him to do this again, but the little one stopped and studied me for a few seconds instead. His head and body shifting from side to side as he attempted to divine what I was. I wanted to say 'I am a dog!' but--

Master returned to the kitchen and my bird-friend fluttered away. 'Nice to meet you' I said to myself. Though it was more of a huffed bark. I then heard something small and crunchy falling into a ceramic bowl followed by liquid. I slowly leaned around the kitchen island searching for the source. Master said softly, "Tulku come." I rushed to my Master's feet nearly knocking him over. I knew what was coming! I was shaking in anticipation.

Master unlocked the straps holding the muzzle to my face and turned the collar around my neck so the slack was resting on my back. He then tugged on the surf suit along my limbs and back pulling it away from my body offering additional relief to my sweat soaked skin. After a healthy amount of head scratches and back pats he unzipped the front of my suit. I looked at him in wonder - er head tilt. "Pups are messy." He grinned at me generously. I was taking quick, labored breathes sitting in silence, not once breaking eye contact.

"You may eat, pup."

I made a glorious mess. The crunchy bits in my bowl were tasty and very filling, the water was cool and refreshing. Hunger and thirst took precedence. My manners, dog boy manners, were secondary. I sat up moments later, satisfied, lost in thought before realizing how far away bits of food had found themselves. Looking down my chest I was doubly amazed at the impressive pattern of crushed, soggy food decorating my torso - and suit. Master Robert approached from behind and I turned to meet him barking my gratitude. I nuzzled against his leg and happily licked his palm. "Messy, messy pup!" He knew it would happen.

I chased the broom as Master swept up the loose food. He told me several times to stop it, but what is a dog to do? I panted happily as he wiped me down and gave the latex suit quick buff. He asked me stand which I did so reluctantly. "Are you well," he asked? "You may speak." I couldn't say anything. My chest would jerk as if I were ready to bark. I hugged him instead. Master patted my back and rubbed my head while I held onto him not wanting to let go. "Do you like movies, pup?"

"Yes," I said as I followed him to the sofa. He pulled open a hidden drawer under the the coffee table revealing rows of Laserdiscs. Setting up his electronics he asked me to pick a disc. I thumbed through collection with my pawed hands before settling on a classic film I knew of but had never seen. I struggled to grab hold of the plastic lined folder and lifted it so he could see the title. He nodded in approval. I tagged the liner between my teeth carefully, and walked the heavy platters to him on all fours

"Good boy! Thank you, pup." My semi-hard cock became vigorously rigid the moment he put his hand on the back of my head, sending shock waves up and down my spine. This man was acknowledging his satisfaction at my devotion and willingness to please. I was a bit embarrassed by this show of tumescence and moved to hide it. Master Robert knelt down and squeezed my erection stretching the latex covering my bits to the limit. "We'll take care of that later. The ring will keep it around for a good while. Now for a movie." I pranced behind him and sat between his legs once he made himself comfortable. The large plug was pushed against my prostate shocking my body into the realization it was still there.

I studied the clock on the wall trying to quickly focus on something else. It read 3:45 PM. 'I have been here for eight hours,' I thought to myself. I nuzzled into my Master's left leg as the melodramatic title music came to life. 'Does it get any better' I asked myself.