Friday, December 28, 2018

Training with Wolfie - Chapter 11 Part 1 of 2


Training With Wolfie
By Karen Singer


Chapter 11 Part 1 of 2

     On Thursday morning, Rosa sat on her back porch watching her two dogs playing in the yard.  She really did enjoy watching them – more so because one of them was being forced to live as a dog by her.  Once again, Brian hadn’t been called in to school to teach.  Not once yet this week.  She wasn’t concerned in the least about his rent.  He didn’t know it, but more than likely if he came into any money and offered it to her, she wouldn’t take it.  Not after what she had been putting him through.  Not after forcing him to be a dog – against his will.  He didn’t need to know that though.  In fact, what would a dog ever need to know about finances?  Or anything else that didn’t pertain to a dog’s world?  She was trying her best to think of him more and more as only a dog.  He wasn’t yet to that point where she could really do it, but things were rapidly moving in that direction. 
     Since he didn’t get called into work again, her mind turned to the quirky little idea that she had been toying with all week.  She still hadn’t come to a total decision about it yet, but it was looking more likely that she would.  It wasn’t really fair to…Brian…but then, when did she ever worry about being fair with him?  Certainly not when it came to forcing him into a new and unwanted life. 
     The telephone ringing inside made her get up and go in to answer it.  “Hello?”
      “Rosa.  How are you?”
      “Connie dear.  “I’m fine.  And you?”
      “Still worrying about where I’m going to move to when the renovations start…which could be soon.”
     Rosa chuckled.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll find you a place.  But the place I really want you, is right next door to me.  Although, to be honest, a lot of that is due to personal reasons.  You are my best friend.”
      “Awww.  You too,” Connie replied.  “Is Bobo there again today?”
      “He and Wolfie are out in the yard right now,” Rosa told her. 
      “So he still hasn’t learned to stick up for himself.”
      “Not yet.  Not even yesterday when I took him out to see Tolliver.”
      “You did?  What for?”
      “Why don’t you come over for lunch and I’ll tell you about it.”
      “Sounds perfect!” Connie replied.  “See you in a little while.  Want me to bring anything…like something that Bobo can eat too?”
      “No.  Like Wolfie, the only thing Bobo will be getting for lunch is one of those big dog treats, and that’s it.”
     Connie laughed.  “I’ll bring more chicken…but just for us!”

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      “So he didn’t put up any fuss at all when Tolliver did all that to him?”
      “None,” Rosa confirmed as they sat on her back porch together.  “But to be honest, I think he was too scared.  He did show some signs of resistance as I was trying to take him out of the house, but that was about the only time.  And one single swat from that old worn-out piece of newspaper was all it took to get him moving – right out the door!”
      “Geez!” Connie replied as she shook her head.  “He just doesn’t have it in him, does he.”
      “Not from anything I’ve seen yet.  I keep trying though.  And believe it or not, despite how much I’m enjoying doing this to him, I keep hoping he will find a bit of nerve.”
      “He better find that nerve fast then,” Connie replied.  “If I know Tolliver, he’s probably so fascinated with your little project that he can’t put it down.  Which means he’ll finish it sooner rather than later.”
      “No doubt!” Rosa agreed.  “But to be honest, there really is a lot of work he’s going to have to put into this.  Quite a bit.  And I have no doubt it’s going to take even him quite a while.”
      “But still,” Connie said, “he is working on it already, and every day is going to bring things that much closer.  If you’ve set Bobo’s time limit on when that stuff gets put on him, then his days of being normal are growing smaller.”
     Rosa looked at Connie.  “Maybe more so than you think.”
      “What do you mean?”
      “I’ve been…considering something,” she said.  “Something that probably isn’t fair to…Brian…but still, I’m strongly leaning in that direction.  In fact, the more I think about it, the more likely I think I’m actually going to do it.”
      “What?”
      “Brian hasn’t been called for any teaching jobs this week at all.  Yet!  He still has tomorrow when they might call, but I seriously doubt his phone will ring at all.  Not only do they not call him very often for jobs, but since it’s almost the end of the school year, I’m betting that most teachers make an extra effort to be there every day.  But what I’m considering is…if he doesn’t get called in to one of the schools tomorrow, then I’m going to keep him here as Bobo from now on.  I won’t be letting him go home anymore, and of course, he’s going to have to get used to being Bobo pretty much permanently.”
      “Unless he finally decides to stick up for himself,” Connie added.  “Or are you removing the time limit too and just making it permanent right away?”
      “No.  He’s still got until Tolliver’s things are ready.  But if he’s not going to get called into work anymore, and in truth, he didn’t get very many calls to begin with, then I see no sense in letting him go home.  He’s not doing anything over there at night anyway.  He might as well start spending that time right here…as Bobo.”
      “I don’t know whether to feel sorry for him, or laugh, or both.”
      “Both!” Rosa replied with a shrug.  “This all started out as me trying to teach him that he’s too much of a wimp to stick up for himself in any way at all.  But…somewhere along the way, I got a bit to fascinated with it.  And now…now I’ve not only committed a small fortune to Tolliver for his help, but I’m finding myself overly fascinated with just the thought of what I’ve forced him to do.”  She placed her hand on Connie’s leg.  “It’s turning me on more than you can imagine!”
     Connie laughed.  “No doubt!  Rosa, you were always the meanest dominatrix in the city!  Things like that just don’t go away.”
     Rosa shook her head.  “Evidently not.  Still, I do find it fun.”  She smiled slyly.  “And teaching Bobo some new tricks lately with his tongue isn’t hurting the equation either.”
     Connie laughed again.  “Rosa, you’ll be back handling customers again in no time!”
      “No dear,” Rosa shook her head.  “I’m too old.  I’m just a simple business woman now.  Nothing more.”
      “With a dog that’s anything but normal!”

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     Brian sat in the chair Friday morning.  His phone was a good ten feet away.  It hadn’t rang even once this week, except for his landlady calling him every day to go to her house and become…Bobo.  A dog.  He wasn’t wearing his pajamas.  He wasn’t dressed for work.  He was stark naked…already.  After going for so many days and not getting called to teach, he had a bad feeling that once again his phone wouldn’t ring.  He was hopeful though.  Very!  Hope was all he had.  Otherwise…
     He glanced at his clock.  It was past time.  School would have already started.  Once again, his phone wasn’t going to ring…except with a call from…  His phone rang.  But he knew who would be calling.  “Hello?”
      “Brian.  It’s past time again.”
     He didn’t say anything.  Dejectedly, he hung up his phone and headed for the back door.  He was already naked.  He didn’t need to take anything off.  Out of habit, he opened his back door and glanced around.  Then headed down the few steps out into his yard.  Slowly, he walked toward the house next door.  Halfway to the fence, he saw Rosa coming out her back door.  He dropped down on his hands and knees and crawled…like Bobo…who he was.  A few minutes later, Wolf was jumping all over him and licking him, while Rosa bound his hands up with her tape and buckled the collar onto his neck.  He was Bobo again.  A dog. 
      “Go play boys,” Rosa said as she finished with Bobo’s collar.  “I’ll be out to spend some time with you later.”  She watched as Wolf jumped all over Bobo, but today, Bobo seemed very depressed as he slowly made his way across the yard.  Did he know what was in store for him?  Did he know that as of now he wouldn’t be going home again?  Did he know that she intended on keeping him as a dog from now on?  At least for the next few months anyway.  Did he know?  No.  There was no way he could know any of that.  He was just going to have to find out with time.  She could explain it to him.  She could tell him.  But he was a dog.  What would be the point?  Dogs wouldn’t understand things like that anyway.

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     It was one of those days when her phone seemed to ring continuously with tenant problems, so it was midmorning when Rosa briefly looked out her kitchen window to see what her dogs were up to.  Wolfie was way out in the back of the yard doing his business there.  But where was…oh.  He was over by the side of the yard peeing…but like a female dog again.  The darn dog just didn’t want to bother lifting his leg like the rest of the male dogs in the world.  She was going to have to get after him again about that.  In fact right now might…  Her phone rang again.  Darn.  She just knew it was going to be more business problems. 
      “Hello?” she said into her phone the moment she got to it.  She listened.  Ugh!  The new rental property her workers had been renovating had hit a snag.  Again.  The wrong appliances had been delivered and since it was Friday, it would take until Monday or Tuesday to get the right ones.  More delays!  Well, that’s the way those things went sometimes.  They were just annoying!
     After the call, she grabbed her box of treats.  It was too late now to chastise Bobo for peeing like he did.  Those things were best done when they were caught in the act.  You had to strike while the iron was still hot.  She took the treats out and once again subjected both dogs to the same old tired exercises.  For once, Wolfe behaved mostly okay.  He just seemed to be too lazy about the whole thing.  Bobo of course, was perfect…if more than a bit dejected today.  Did he know what was happening to him now?  How could he?
     As she released her dogs to go play again, she thought again about the fact that she needed help training her dogs.  Especially with Wolfie.  But were there things she could do with Bobo to further his training too?  She really wasn’t sure what.  She remembered that she had wanted to get a book about dog training to help her.  She really needed one.  What she needed more was someone who really knew how to train dogs to help her.  But with Bobo, that wasn’t going to happen.  As long as she was going to have Bobo as her pet, for the next few months anyway, she was going to have to walk a careful balancing act between what she did with Bobo, and what the rest of the world could see her doing with him.  A very careful balancing act!

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     Bobo had spent the entire afternoon and evening with his legs bound up.  But now it was getting late and he was looking forward to going home.  But so far, Rosa wasn’t letting him go.  It was Friday.  Last Friday she hadn’t let him go home at all.  She had kept him there all weekend, forcing him to be Bobo for three days in a row.  Was she going to do that to him again?  Make him stay all weekend?  So far, it was starting to look that way. 
     Another telling thing he had noticed was that the cage was still in her bedroom.  He didn’t want to spend another night locked up in that dog cage.  He didn’t want to spend another night being Bobo…or another day either.  He didn’t want to be Bobo at all. 
     She had said there was a way out for him, but so far, he couldn’t see the first sign of it.  He had wracked his brain over that questions more times than he could remember, and the only conclusion he had ever reached on the matter, was that there was no way out.  She had lied about it just to lead him on.  But then, what else could he expect from someone who tortured spies for a living.  Well, maybe not that exactly, what she really did was far worse!
     He had again spent a long time that afternoon doing what she called ‘tongue training.’  Which he knew perfectly well was just her excuse to get all the sexual satisfaction she wanted from him…while leaving him totally denied.  But he wasn’t exactly in the mood for a little sexual relief of his own today.  He had been feeling too sorry for himself all day.  Other days, he could handle his own sexual relief once he got home and into bed.  Rosa it seemed, didn’t care about privacy at all.  At least not when it came to him being around.  He realized that once again she was treating him as if he was nothing but a dog.  A real dog.  Except he had a feeling that nobody would force a real dog to do the kind of licking that she was making him do.  Still.  She didn’t seem to care about his needs or feelings at all.  But then he had seen the kind of fun she enjoyed – hurting men horribly!  And he had no doubt that she was enjoying very much what she was forcing him to do…to be.  A dog.
     The longer the evening wound on, the more Bobo realized he wasn’t going to be going home again.  That horrible cage was going to be in his future once again.  From his little hiding place between the chairs he could see Rosa siting on the couch watching TV.  Wolf was lying on the couch with his head in her lap while her hand endlessly rubbed his thick fur.  There was a bond between Wolf and Rosa.  A strong one.  One that anyone could see…especially him. 
He knew Rosa was having a lot of trouble with the way Wolf behaved, but on the other hand, he understood Wolf probably a lot better than she did now.  He and Wolf were together continuously.  They shared things together that a normal person would never understand.  But then, Rosa didn’t seem to consider him to be a person at all.  Only a dog.  A dog with a dumb demeaning name – Bobo.
     When the movie Rosa was watching ended, she got up from the couch and finally unfastened Bobo’s legs.  After being tied up so long, letting them drop actually hurt.  They ached fiercely for a few moments before the pain went away. 
     And then she was back, grabbing his collar and pulling him into her bedroom.  Like it or not, he got shoved into that world of bars again that had been created just to hold big dogs like Wolfie.  And now him. 
     Wolf licked at him through the bars and he did his best to press his face against them.  He couldn’t return the sentiments the way Wolf could, but he was sure Wolf understood.  A few minutes later, the light was turned out, and his long night of confinement really began. 
     After having his legs bound up for so long, he yearned to stretch them out.  He yearned to stretch his entire body out.  But of course, the cage completely prevented that.  It was difficult just to turn around in the thing.  The cage was just so…frustrating!  Was this how Wolfie had felt whenever he had gotten locked up in it?  Was this what other animals felt any time they were put into cages and left there?  He had no doubt that it was.  He could now sympathize with all those animals far more than he ever had in the past.  But then that was only because Rosa now seemed to consider him to be nothing more than an animal himself.  An animal.  A dog.  Bobo.  Ugh!

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Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Training with Wolfie - Chapter 10 Part 2 of 2


Training With Wolfie
By Karen Singer


Chapter 10 Part 2 of 2


     Rosa spent only a few minutes attending to her rental business.  Whenever she could, she glanced briefly out the window to check on her dogs.  As usual, they were playing, although once again it looked like Wolfie was more interested in humping Bobo than in any other kind of play.  Well, they would just have to sort that out between them.  She had other business to attend to now with Bobo. 
     She went out to her porch and whistled for her dogs.  Wolf came bounding playfully toward her.  While she waited for Bobo to crawl his way across the yard, she took the time to bend down and rub Wolf’s thick fur lovingly.  When Bobo finally got up the steps, she pet him for a minute too.  She opened the door and called Bobo in, telling Wolf to stay.  She was so glad the big dog gave her no trouble at all.
     Once in the house, Rosa left Bobo and found his kneepads and the straps she used on his legs every day.  She was trying to keep them on for longer and longer periods so he could get used to his legs being that way.  If he didn’t figure out how to stick up for himself pretty soon, that position for his legs would become somewhat permanent.  Would he figure that out today when they went to visit Tolliver?  She chuckled a bit as she wondered what Bobo might think when they got there. 
     Bobo put up no resistance at all as she put the knee pads on his legs and strapped them up, making them more useless than they were.  He actually liked the kneepads.  They cushioned his knees against the floor and the ground outside.  The straps binding his legs up, he could do without!  He thought she would let him back outside with Wolf again so he followed her towards the back door, but when he got there, she grabbed the leash and quickly attached it to his collar.  He started to panic.  The leash always meant bad things!  Was she going to force him to lick her vagina again?  Or did the leash mean worse things…like going out?
     Rosa pulled on the leash and felt the resistance as Bobo tried to hold back.  But he didn’t resist too much.  She simply pulled harder and he came.  She grabbed her purse, but when she started for the front door, she felt more resistance from Bobo.  “Bobo…come!” she ordered. 
     Bobo was afraid.  She was taking him outside…like this!  As a dog!  And it was broad daylight! 
      “Come!” Rosa ordered.
     But Bobo was too petrified.  He stayed rooted in place. 
     Rosa looked down at him, angry, but curious.  Was he finally going to put up enough resistance to really fight back?  It was time to find out.  Still fairly perturbed, she dropped his leash and quickly went in search of the rolled up newspaper she had used on him early in his training.  She quickly brought it back, picked up the leash, and pulled.  “Come!” she ordered again.
     Bobo saw the rolled up newspaper in her hand.  He knew without a doubt that she was going to punish him if he didn’t go with her.  But…it was outside.  In broad daylight! 
      “Come!” Rosa yelled, just before she quickly reached down and smacked his backside just once, but hard, with the newspaper. 
     Bobo yelped a bit.  Just that one smack and he again saw all those men getting whipped nearly to death by her.  Before he knew it, he was letting her pull him toward her front door, then out through the door.  Bare ass naked and crawling like a dog, he allowed her to pull her right up to her small SUV.  She opened the back door and he crawled in, huddling on the floor.  She closed the door behind him, and he knew he was trapped there.  With no hands, he couldn’t even work the door mechanism.  A minute later, her car was moving.  He didn’t know where they were going, and he didn’t dare even poke his head up to look out the window.  He was afraid – of everything!
     Rosa drove straight to Tolliver’s store.  Instead of parking in front however, Tolliver had suggested she park around the back to bring Bobo in.  She easily found the right door.  Not only was it marked, but Tolliver’s big motorcycle was parked right outside.  Wondering how much resistance Bobo was about to show, she opened the rear door to let him out.  He was still in exactly the same position, huddled on the floor, as she had left him.  She grabbed his leash and pulled.  “Out Bobo!” she ordered as she pulled on the leash.
     Bobo felt her pulling.  The leash and collar were choking him.  He tried to resist, but it was difficult.
      “I said out!” Rosa ordered again.  She swatted his backside with the rolled up newspaper again.
     Bobo jerked when she hit him.  Knowing he would have no choice at all, he backed his way out of the car.  It was difficult finding the ground with his bound up rear legs, but she kept pulling, so he had no choice.  And then he was out…in public somewhere…pretending to be a dog! 
     Rosa closed her car door and locked it.  She led Bobo right up to the rear door of Tolliver’s shop.  This time, Bobo gave her no resistance at all.  She figured he probably wanted to get inside somewhere where he wouldn’t be seen.  Someday, she was going to have to train that shyness out of him.  But it wasn’t that someday yet.
     The door was opened promptly when she knocked.  “Ah.  Madam Rosa,” Edward said happily as he saw her there. 
      “Good morning Edward,” Rosa replied.  “How are you today?”
      “Quite well,” Edward told her.  He stood back and let her lead Bobo in.  “Right this way,” he said.  “I’ve got everything all set.”
     Bobo had no clue what was going on, or even where he was.  He had recognized the big man.  He had been at Rosa’s house once before.  He had put his hands on him and had seemed to examine him in ways that made him nervous.  The place smelled…weird.  From the floor, he couldn’t see much of what was around him. 
      “Ah, here we go,” Edward said as he came to a stop in front of one of his worktables.  He bent down, put his hands under Bobo, and lifted him easily to the top of the table. 
     Bobo was so shocked he didn’t know what to do.  The guy had suddenly picked him up and put him on top of one of his tables.  From there, he could see all kinds of weird things.  And among them, was a lot of leather. 
      “Stay Bobo!” Rosa commanded.  “Be good!”  She leaned in close to his ear.  “Or I’ll rip your balls off right here!”
     Rip his balls off?  In truth, he didn’t need the extra threat.  He was pretty much petrified!  He was too afraid to do anything but stand right where he was on top of that big table. 
     Edward started with his legs.  One at a time, he removed the straps binding Bobo’s legs together, then he removed the knee pads, and bound his legs up again – much tighter than before.  With a piece of rope, he tied one end around the Bobo’s left foot that was up in the air.  He tied the other end to Bobo’s right foot, and he pulled them toward each other so that the toes were almost touching.  Perfect.  Once he had things the way he wanted them, he picked Bobo up again, turned him over, and laid him on his back.  “Now stay there just like that,” he said to Bobo.
     Bobo had no idea what was going on.  He only knew that now that he had been placed on his back, he was even more frightened than before.  In fact, the big guy frightened him almost as much as Rosa did.  Stuck on his back, he felt Rosa suddenly grab his arms and pull them up over his head and hold them there.  He realized that she was going to make sure he laid right there on his back…with his penis fully exposed to them both.  What were they going to do to him?
     Tolliver filled a small bucket with water, then he opened a package of plaster of paris strips.  He wet one then pressed it down across Bobo’s left knee.  Strip after strip, he applied them to both of Bobo’s bound up knees and legs, smoothing and pressing them into place, fashioning molds that would be an exact replica of his bound up legs underneath.  When he was done, he let the plaster dry until he was sure it was solid.  Then, very carefully, and with a lot of pulling and prying, he tugged each mold off of Bobo’s legs.
     Bobo breathed a sigh of relief as the last of whatever he had put on him was gone.  They had been heavy!  Before he knew it, the big guy was lifting him up, turning him over, and placing him down on all fours again.  Whew!  He was glad that was over with.  He certainly hoped they would be going home now.  He felt the straps binding his legs being removed, but only long enough to slip his knee pads back on.  Then they were bound up tightly again. 
     Home.  Please take me home….  He wanted to plead that, but he dared not make a sound.  Not even a tiny bark.  But when the big guy started taking the tape off of his hands, he realized his ordeal wasn’t over with yet.  What now?  More of that hard heavy stuff for his hands too?  Once the tape was off, Bobo dared not uncurl his fingers.  Not in front of Rosa.  Not when she seemed to be too anxious to punish him if he messed up in any way. 
     Edward went to one of his work tables and brought back two wooden disks.  Each one was roughly circular, but not a perfect circle.  The edges of each one were marked with pencil marks.  He grabbed Bobo’s left hand and pried out his fingers.
     Bobo looked questioningly at Rosa.
      “Open your hand and do what he wants!” Rosa ordered.
     With no further resistance from Bobo, Edward placed the pads of the “dog’s” fingers on top of the disks, each one lining up with the pencil marks so they would be where he wanted them.  “Put your weight on your fingers, “he told the “dog.”  “Press down.”
     Bobo transferred his weight.  He felt the guy moving his fingers slightly on the disk.
      “Now don’t move!” Edward said sternly.  He quickly went to his other workbench and grabbed a can.  He shook the contents for a few moments, then coming around behind Bobo’s hand, he stuck the wide nozzle into the cavity created by his fingers, and started spraying a small pile of expanding foam into the space.  He didn’t need to spray very much.  “Don’t move!” he cautioned Bobo again.
     Bobo didn’t know what was going on, but he did his best to stay perfectly still.  Especially since Rosa now had her hand right on his left shoulder.  As he watched, the stuff the guy had put on the wood, began expanding, bigger and bigger.  Soon it not only filled the space all the way up to his palm, it was growing out between his fingers as well. 
     While the foam was curing under Bobo’s left hand, Edward now began the process of placing Bob’s right hand on the other disk, being very careful not to disturb things too much with Bobo’s left hand.  A few minutes later, both of his hands had expanding foam filling out the cavity formed by his fingers.
     Edward and Rosa talked about corsets for the next fifteen minutes.  Never once mentioning the subject of what they were doing there with Bobo.  Both of them watched closely to make sure Bobo didn’t move his hands from the position that they were in.
     Bobo still wondered what was going on.  He didn’t dare move his fingers, but even without moving them, he could tell that the foam stuff was becoming hard.  After a few minutes, he had no doubt that he probably couldn’t move his fingers if he tried.  Were they going to leave that stuff like that?  Permanently?  He hoped not! 
     Edward finally checked the foam.  He hadn’t seen it expanding for a few minutes now.  He started with Bobo’s left hand that he had done first.  He picked Bobo’s hand up and started trying to pry his hand off of the foam.  He had to take a knife and trim away some of the excess foam that had come out far enough to completely encase some of his fingers, but fairly soon, Bobo’s left hand came free.  A few minutes later, both of Bobo’s hands were free.  He took his hand molds away and came back with some strapping tape. 
      “Paws!” Rosa ordered.
     Bobo knew that command, and what was coming.  In no time, both of his hands were very tightly bound with the tape, and the big guy pulled a lot tighter than Rosa did!  Once his hands were bound again, the big guy easily picked him up from the table and set him carefully down on the floor.  Were they going home now?  Bobo really hoped so.  It had been one of the strangest ordeals he had ever been through in his life.  Now, he just wanted out of there!
     He was so glad when he heard Rosa and the guy saying goodbye.  He went willingly out the door and did his best to climb as fast as he could into the back seat of her car…where he huddled on the floor all the way home.
     As she drove home, Rosa again wondered what Bobo thought about that entire experience.  Had he figured out what Edward had been doing?  Had he figured out what was soon going to happen to him? 
     She had been disappointed.  For a few minutes there before they left, she had thought that Bobo might actually stand up for himself and refuse.  But a couple of little swats with nothing but an old overly used rolled up newspaper had put a quick and final end to his rebellion.  A rebellion that wasn’t even close to him finally getting up enough backbone to fight for himself.  Disappointing. 
     She pulled into her driveway and parked her car.  As she got out, she could hear Wolfie barking in the back yard.  That darn dog!  How was she going to get him under control?  She should have stopped to buy a book about dog training while she was out today.  Oh well, next time.  She opened the back door to let Bobo out.  “Out!” she commanded as she grabbed his leash. 
     Bobo, hoping they were home, backed out of her car.  He was very glad to see that they were home.  He turned toward the house, but was brought up short by the leash.  He waited while Rosa closed the rear door of her car and locked it.  Then he started for the house again…but Rosa wasn’t moving and he could only go where the leash let him.
     Rosa stared at her house, then at Bobo.  He was terrified of being out where he could be seen in his current condition.  Maybe it was time for a tiny bit of fun.  Instead of heading for her house, she turned.  “Come Bobo!” she ordered.  She pulled on the leash.  She had to pull harder for a moment before he turned around to follow her.
     Bobo was shocked…and scared.  Now where was she taking him?  He crawled along beside her right down her driveway and out to the road. 
     Just for fun, and perhaps to get Bobo a little more used to being a dog out in public, Rosa pulled him all the way out of her driveway, out to the road, and down to the mailbox in front of her house.  Keeping him there with her, she opened the mailbox, even though she already knew there would be no mail yet.  It was still too early for that.  She closed her mailbox, but instead of leading him back to the house, she “walked” him along the street, all the way to the mailbox in front of his house.  She opened his mailbox.  Empty too.  “No mail yet,” she said casually to Bobo.  She closed his mailbox, then casually strolled with him back to her driveway and headed for her front door.
     Bobo was scared to death crawling around after her like that – right out in the road!  The moment they got back to her driveway and he was sure they were heading for her house, he stopped being pulled, and crawled as fast as he could, pulling her instead. 
     Rosa stopped short halfway up her driveway.  “Bobo!  Stop that!  You’re as bad as Wolfie!”  She refused to let Bobo go any further until he stopped pulling.  Only then did she continue back to her house. 
     She brought Bobo inside and removed his leash, then went to the back door.  If she didn’t shut Wolfie up she’d go crazy!  A minute later, she let her big dog into her house, where he jumped on her and did everything he could to let her know how much he had missed her.  “Down Wolfie.  Stop that!”
     But Wolf was still too excited to calm down.  To help the situation, Rosa pulled one of the big dog treats out of the cupboard and gave it to him.  She pulled a second one out and threw it at Bobo.  Even before she figured out what to make herself for lunch, both of her dogs were gnawing away at the tough treats.  Pets!  Sometimes the only way to get them to behave, was to feed them treats.