Training with Wolfie - Chapter 13 – Part 4 of 4

Training with Wolfie

By Karen Singer

Chapter 13 – Part 4 of 4

“So you’re going to keep calling him Bobo?” Connie asked over dinner that night.

“He’s a dog!  I mean, she’s a dog.  I guess I’m going to need to get used to thinking about her that way too.  But as a dog, I see no need to change her name.  I’m quite satisfied with it the way it is.”

Connie looked down at the floor where Bobo was eating one of those big dog treats.  “I do love what you’ve done with his hair.  It almost looks like ears hanging down.”

Rosa smiled.  “Yes, I thought that was quite appropriate.  And I’m so happy with the affect.  I’m really quite ecstatic about all of it.  You saw the way he can wag his tail.”  She shook her head.  “I’m afraid that tail has got to be my favorite part of him.”

“Yes!  Without a doubt.  I hate that his feet inside all that leather have to stick out so much from his back, but still, it’s really not too bad at all.”

“It not only lets him wag the tail, but according to Tolliver, it puts it in about the right place for where the tail should be, and it keeps it entirely out of the way for when he had to relieve himself outside.”

“That should be helpful!”

“Yes!  I can’t imagine having to clean his tail every time he poops!  Ugh!”

Connie laughed. 

When dinner was over, Rosa opened a can of dog food and dumped it into Wolf’s bowl.  She broke it up a bit with a fork and set it on the floor for him.  As always, Wolf attacked it voraciously.  Right in front of Connie, she opened a second can of dog food and dumped it into Bobo’s bowl.  She broke it up into chunks the same way she had for Wolf and set it down on the floor. 

Bobo nearly died when he saw what was in his bowl.  It wasn’t the first time he had been forced to eat dog food.  She had done it a couple of times before.  So was this all she would be feeding him from now on?  He hoped not, but from everything she had said earlier, it certainly looked like it.

He looked up at Rosa and Connie.  They were both looking down at him.  Resigned, and having no choice, he lowered his head into the bowl and took a small bite.  Dog food!  Yuck!  It tasted…horrible.  She was treating him even more like a dog now.  But didn’t she say she was going to be trying even more to think of him as nothing more than a dog.  As nothing more than an animal.  Obviously, that was truer than he thought.  Dog food.  For a dog.  Him.

“So are you going to feed him dog food from now on?” Connie whispered as she and Rosa went into the living room.

“Not really.  But probably more often than I should.  I just want to drive the point home with him for while that he’s nothing more than an animal…and that I’m trying my best to think of him that way too.”

Connie shook her head.  “Poor guy.”

Rosa shook her head.  “Poor girl.  You saw what Tolliver did to him.  It’s all tucked away, and trust me, there’s not a chance in hell of that thing under there growing at all.  He’s going to be stuck looking just like a female dog down there from now on, and for all intents and purposes, he doesn’t have any of that other equipment anymore.  At least, not as far as I’m concerned.”

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That night, just as he had done many times now, Bobo laid down next to Rosa’s dresser to sleep.  The light went off and he had no choice but to lay there.  But laying there, did nothing but give him more opportunity to think about his day.  He was bound up in all new…things…that limited what he could do even more.  Things that made him look even more like a dog than he did before.  Things that prevented him from even trying to behave like a human. 

Restless and feeling sorry for himself, he got to his feet – his four feet, and headed out to the living room.  He went directly to his favorite place between the two chairs and laid down.  She had turned him into a dog, and she was going to keep him like that for a very long time.  And even then, his only way to become human again, was to completely forget that he really was human.  How?  Not to mention, he didn’t want to do that, and he really had no intention of forgetting what he really was…or who he really was. 

And of course, at that point, he just had to remember that very often lately, even before today, he had been thinking way too much like a dog already.  A real dog.  He didn’t know what day it was.  He didn’t know anything beyond his life as a dog.  Nothing.  She had already stripped all that away from him.  But there was no way he could ever forget that he was human.  He suspected that she didn’t want him to forget that either.  She just wanted to…punish him.  Punish him for being…a wimp.  Which, he now realized that he was.

He was a wimp because he had let her turn him into a dog.  A complete dog.  He wasn’t human anymore because he didn’t have it in him to stand up to her and argue about it.  Because of that, she had reduced him to being nothing more than an animal.  A dog.  And she intended on making him live that way for a very long time. 

In the dark of the night, laying between the two chairs, he cried.

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Rosa was restless.  The events of the day had been fun and glorious.  She had achieved with Bobo something that she had never intended from the start…or had she?  She supposed that she really had, if only unconsciously.  But never the less, she had now taken a man, and reduced him to being nothing more than a dog.  And she fully intended on treating him fully, like nothing more than a dog.  She needed to find more ways to do that though.  More ways to keep this situation fresh and fun.  Not that it wasn’t fun.  She was loving the heck out of it. 

Not being able to sleep.  She rolled over and turned on her bedside lamp. Wolf looked up from the floor.  She rolled over to see Bobo, but he wasn’t in his usual place next to her dresser.  Quietly, she slipped out of bed and headed out to the living room.  Before she got there, she could hear something strange.  Soft crying.  She turned around and went back to bed.  Let him cry.  He had plenty to cry about.  She knew from long experience that he was going to have to live with the sorrow of what he had lost, before he could fully accept it.  He was going to have to go through a lot of mental changes before he could fully accept that he was now a dog, and nothing but a dog. 

Let him cry.  It was the next step in Bobo’s evolution.  His evolution from being a man, into to being an animal.  A dog.