MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5 - Sex Stories

MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5

... “Danger” sign was for. This beast looked like it could bite my head off. His mouth was open and now I saw his teeth… this was insane. He had big fangs in his upper jaw, but his lower jaw… those things looked like the tusks of a wild boar. Is this some mutation? I vaguely remembered a Great Dane who lived down the street from my parent’s house. He was huge, but probably merely half the size of this giant… and I was pretty sure that I remembered that he had, like, normal dog teeth. Not… this abomination. It looked scary. It looked wrong.

Kong was still sitting 5 feet away from me, he didn’t move and his eyes were… seizing me up? Maybe calculating if I would make just one big dinner or would last him a few days if he saved the stringy bits for last?

I shuddered. “OK, there was a definite connection with the first dog. There was kind of something with the second dog… but this? This was just weird… and wrong… and terrifying.”

“First dog… what’s his name?” I thought and moved two steps back. Kong looked at me, he didn’t even blink. I looked at the door of the kennel in the middle. Another piece of duct tape, and in small, neat handwriting “MacGyver”.

Now I really had to laugh. Can he build a key to his kennel from bones and straw? Speaking of keys… it seemed none of the doors had a real lock. Just round handles in the middle of a big iron plate. Round handle. Big plate around it… probably so the dogs can’t reach through the bars and press down a door handle. Smart ...

... and simple. This was lasered on a stone plate in our office. Smart and simple.

“Hey, MacGyver!” I winked at the big German Shepherd. Looking at him felt much more consoling than looking at Kong. MacGyver looked at me but didn’t really seem to react. Does he know his name? Or is this something they just assigned to him and never used it because he was locked up in the “Beware! Danger!” kennel all day and night? “MacGyver! MacGyver! Mac…”. On the last try, the dog’s ears stood up and he tilted his head again. Can dogs smile? It seemed he did. And it was really, really difficult to look away from those big brown eyes.

MacGyver stepped forward, close to the bars, and pressed his snout between two bars… I took a step towards him… he looked at me, ears and eyes following my motions. I stuck my hand out, slowly… I could see that he couldn’t possibly move forward anymore, so my hand was safe. I brought it close to his nose and he sniffed my hand and gave it a quick lick. His tongue was warm and wet and I couldn’t really tell why this gave me goosebumps on my arm. MacGyver drew back and just stood there, his tail wagging and his head tilted just a little bit. I said “Mac, sit!” and he sat down. “Mac, up!” and he stood up. “Mac, sit!”. Now he tilted his head some more as if he wanted to say “Now, can we please make up our minds about the sit or up stuff?”.

“Damn. I like this dog. The lady was right. When it’s there, you just know”.

“Not for Sale” - we will see about this. ...