The Perfect Pet

Second Chance - Puppy

above: Puppy maybe?? Jay Duffy. Ideas welcome.

Note: okay so I'm already having WAY too much fun with this. It's about 2800 words, I don't know how people feel about that length. Longer or shorter? Thank you everyone who has jumped onto this ride and put up my long writer's block. If you liked it and would like for it to continue please let me know!

My head was heavy from all my crying but I didn't dare let myself show any wear.

Sir has granted me this second chance and I wasn't about to spoil it. I pet Milo anxiously as I sat pin-straight beside him. The night was dark and the ride was quiet; the radio was off as well. "It's quite late," Sir commented, "When we return home please go upstairs and take a shower and get in your kennel. It's been a long day and we both could do with some rest."

"Yes Sir."

"And Puppy, I'm not angry. I promise."

"Thank you Sir," my Trainers would have been so disappointed if he had to give me away. I was grateful for this opportunity to prove myself.

At home I didn't waste a moment. I scurried up the stairs, relief flooding through me as I saw my kennel: my home. I pulled the handle a bit to left and got under the water. It chilly but that was okay. I didn't want to wake up naughty like yesterday — that had caused all the trouble. My auction house was right about how filthy it was. Good boys needed be good even when they were sleeping. Sir had laid out undies to wear to bed and I crawled into the kennel.

My back rested against the grate as I looked up at the cat hanging there, Milo in my arms, the soft fur on his head tickled my chin so I brought it up further. I could rest easy knowing that somehow, Sir had found it in his heart to forgive me. It was my job to ensure I didn't spoil things again.

The next morning I woke up with Sir did. He was mumbling under his breath as he rooted through his closet. I didn't want to bother him or crowd him; no need to make him angry or regret keeping me. "Puppy," he spoke loudly thinking I was sleep. I slipped out and knelt quietly. "Puppy it's time to — oh."

"Hello Sir." I tried to contain my excitement for seeing him. My presenting position had been perfect according my trainers; hours spent in one position with the instructors pacing around with a cane or crop in case you slacked at all. I was always best that. While those around me left with belts and bruises I rarely had a mark.

"My you're eager this morning." Sir seemed amused and I worried he was displeased. "Up you get. Why don't you try and pick out your own clothes?"

"Are we going somewhere?"

He hummed. "It'll be a surprise. Come on, show me what you can do."

Sir had gotten me so many clothes I had trouble figuring out which were meant for day time and which were for night time. He stood to the side and watched as I stood there, the clothes all looked the same and my chest felt tight. "Puppy, I know you can do it. Just take a deep breath."

"I like it when Sir makes choices for me," my voice and I was so scared I was failing him. "So I don't do it wrong."

Sir didn't speak for a moment. "Okay, Puppy. Step back."

I obeyed tried to remember how to breathe. Finding clothing was quick and simple for him and laid at over my crate. I didn't move, waiting for his permission. "Good boy waiting," his praise meant more than he could know.

But Sir knew everything so maybe they wasn't accurate. "This morning after breakfast we're going to discuss rules for moving forward." Sir said and I inclined my head in acknowledgement of this. "Put on your clothes, tidy up your kennel and try and make my bed. If you exceed my expectations, you'll get a treat."