The Road calls no more Part 5

True to his word, after lunch Marcus began what he called training. I was not allowed to us words, had to bark and whine like any other dog and learn basic tricks to his approval. The first afternoon went well and I actually enjoyed the fact that was not trapped on the truck for the weekend. I also did not have to face those that saw me lead out by a leash to Marcus's truck.
As he put dinner down in front of me, he spoke, softly, but it was heartfelt.
Wolf, he began, you lead a lonely type of life. I realize that you chose it, made it yours. I want to show you a different way of life, on more suited to your true nature. I was taking aback by this notion of "TRUE" nature. He does not know me or anything about me at all. Marcus continued. Your nature always shows on your face to me, the way you seem to be uncomfortable around people, treat them as something to stay away from. Your reaction to Pink Hair as you called him was an example. You play the part well, now give me a chance to give you the gift of being what you are....a Wolf. The chance to let you be my Canine as it where.
Taking aback by this, I asked simply, "What makes you think I want that". He answered simply and truthfully, "You are eating dinner from a bowl on my floor" True enough. I was thinking that he must be serious about something to let me use human speech and have no reprisal. "I can help you to become that which you dream of, live as a Wolf, my pet, my companion. " His words rang in my ear, how could he know this. " Your eyes and actions said it all, I have trained many a man to become Slaves or dogs. You et some of them in the Diner at the Truck Stop. Pink Hair, The hard lookig Redneck, all mine. That is why they said nothing as I led you away, they do not dare."
He could tell that I was pndering all this and boy was I.
I will let you speak as a human one ore time to answer this question. Will you let me train you for the next two days. Yes or no? My mind raced at this, a chance to be for a weekend what I dream of, and have onnly played at occationaly.
YES! I responded. Marcus nodded and then reached for the Muzzle and secured it to my head. This will help keep you focused and make it easier for you not to speak. The paws stay on.
No long after he put me in a large Kennel at the foot of his bed and closed the door behind me and said good night.
There I was in this man's room locked in a kennel and I let him do it. My mind raced with fear, wanting, and most of all the question. "HOW THE HELL DID I GET INTO THIS?"
The next couple of days where intense. All fours all day, learning to whine and make body movements to indicate what I needed or would like to have done.
Sunday afternoon came and he removed the paws and let me shower and dress.
He talked to me about making it a point to come back to see him and let him take me further. I agreed and we went back to my truck. In the way he offered me the chance to live that way if I wanted. I told him I had to think about it.
Today marks 1 year since that weekend. Many weekends of training between then and now. I write this waiting for Marcus to pick me up at the Station. Two weeks ago he gave me my permanent collar, I gave my notice at work at today I become his for good.
I am writing this as he requested because after all Wolf's cannot type. no thumbs. He asked me last night if I was sure about this, my loner nature and the wanderer that I am worried him. I told him quite simply this.
I am sure and I am ready. The Road calls me no More....Master