Before I begin, just a quick note: this really has nothing to do with actual BDSM but I thought it was a funny story anyway and I wanted to share it with you all. Plus, many of my fans have expressed their appreciation of all my blog posts, BDSM related or not, so here you go: a glimpse into the non-BDSM related side of my days.
First let me tell you about my dog, Puppy-Snake. He is a Koolie mix. According to the DNA test he has 50% full blooded Koolie in him (a new breed from Australia) 10% Labrador Retriever, 15% Rottweiler and 25% “mutt” (that’s literally how the DNA test wrote it out). He is about 70 pounds of pure puppy muscle.
He got the name “Puppy” because that is the only thing anyone called him when he was smaller. “Oh look at the cute puppy!” and “Come here puppy, come here!” and “I love you, puppy, yes I do!”. Not to mention how many times we would discuss “the puppy” around him calling him simply “Puppy”
One day though, after he chewed nearly all of my stiletto shoes to itsy bitsy pieces (in 20 minutes of unsupervised “fun”) we bought Puppy a Kong toy and filled it with peanut butter. He freaking LOVED it. Master joked about how Puppy looked like a snake sticking his tongue into the Kong toy to lick out the peanut butter over and over and over again. He started calling the dog “Puppy-Snake” and it didn’t take long for Puppy to start responding to that. He now goes by “Puppy” and “Puppy-Snake”. Sometimes, if he’s being extra obedient, he’ll even respond to just “Snake”.
Eventually, as all dog toys go, Puppy managed to chew his Kong toy up to the point of being dangerous for him to keep playing with, so I got him some new ones in different styles. They arrived today. I promptly took them out of the package, cleaned them off and then went to fill them. It turns out that I didn’t have any store-bought puppy treats on hand though, so I quickly made a batch of Peanut Butter doggy cookies and cut them into small squares to fit into the Kong toy before baking them.
After they cooled and I stuffed the toys with the crackers, I gave the toys to Puppy. He looked at them, then looked at me, then delicately sniffed the toy, while looking at me. His very expressive face made it seem as though he was saying “Okay, I’m going to sniff this object, but I want to make sure this is okay, so I’m going to stare at you the whole time while I do this.”
Then he prodded it with his nose and it rolled enough to let a cookie fall out. Puppy, still staring at me with worried looking eyes, sniffed that too. I kept telling him “Good boy!” and “What is it, Puppy?” in a happy voice, trying to encourage him to play with his toy, but apparently all I did was make him more and more nervous.
Eventually, I gave up and went to sit down at the computer while he played with his toy. I tried to pretend to type and do other things while watching him out of the corner of my eyes, but I’m pretty sure he knew I was watching him. He ate the cookie that fell out of the toy very, very slowly. It was almost as though he believed this treat to be too delicious for dogs.
Finally, after eating the first cookie, he nudged the toy again and more fell out. But instead of eating them right there where I was, he grabbed the cookie and ran to the hallway and ate it there. Then he came back, grabbed another cookie and ran back to the hallway. All this time I’m still trying to encourage him and tell him he’s a good dog, and make it clear that he’s not in any kind of trouble (and I swear, we’re good doggy people! We never hit the dog and we RARELY yell at him. Usually any yelling is done only when Master greets Puppy and Puppy jumps up and manages to slap Master in the groin area with his paws.)
Puppy continues this “make treats fall out, grab them and run away” routine for another 10 minutes before I finally had enough.
“Come here, Puppy.” I called to him sweetly. He sticks his head around the corner from the hallway and looks at me. There is a cookie hanging out of his mouth and his expression seems to say both
“I’m not doing anything” and “Are you messing with my treats?” at the same time. I called him over to me and held the Kong toy and shook it and then handed him the treats as they fell out. I was trying to get him to understand that this was okay and acceptable behavior, but he just looked from side to side as though he expected agents or ninjas to pop out of the walls and then ran back to the hall as though these same creatures were chasing him.
“Puppy! These are not illegally obtained treats, I swear!” I called after him. He ignored me and proceeded to snack on his cookies in the hall. Tired of playing this game, I again, gave up. I got up off of the floor and went to the hall to see what kind of mess he was making me and there, right around the corner, was the cat. She was sitting up in a very Mistress-like position and watching the dog eat these treats. As he ate them she would sneak a little closer to him and swat him with her paw and Puppy, being the idiot that he is sometimes, would jump away, drop the treat and run back to the Kong toy for another one. Kitty (yes that’s her name, we aren’t very original around here apparently) would then proceed to lick the treat Puppy had dropped.
Chuckling, I shoo’d the cat off and gave her a toy of her own to play with and then put a gate up between the hall and my office area so that Puppy was forced to enjoy both his toy AND his treats within my sight and out of reach of the mean cat.
I know that pets can act like their owners sometimes, but this was just too much. Apparently, Kitty has decided to channel my Domme side and boss Puppy around. Though I hesitate to say that Puppy is channeling Master’s submissive side, I’m sure that’s a joke I’ll be making at the dinner table later tonight when I recant this story for Master.
Just another day in my crazy life as Master’s submissive wife,