Training with Wolfie - Chapter 17 – Part 2 of 2

Training With Wolfie

By Karen Singer

Chapter 17 – Part 2 of 2

     Bobo saw Jose tipping over a wooden structure of some kind.  When the thing landed upright, he saw a wooden ramp going up and meeting with another ramp that led down the other side.  He also saw something made of white plastic pipes that looked like a big letter ‘H.’  Isabelle led both him and Wolf over to the guy who took Wolf’s leash and walked off with him.  Before he had a chance to see what was going on, he felt the woman pulling on his leash.  Now she was walking him around the yard instead of the guy.  He was certainly getting his exercise in today.

     Jose had to walk Wolf for a while to get him used to the leash.  It was quickly obvious to him that Wolf wasn’t used to walking on a leash at all.  But under his practiced hands, Wolf was soon doing much better.  Across the yard, he kept an eye on what Isabelle was doing with Bobo – pretty much the same thing, only slower.

     Isabelle quickly realized that Bobo was going to be an extra slow dog.  She needed to talk to Jose about that.  But what he was, was what she had to work with.  She walked him around a bit to get him used to her, then she led him toward the ramp.  “Up Bobo.” She commanded, never once pausing in her stride.

     Bobo had seen the ramp.  It wasn’t high.  For a human, it probably wouldn’t even come up to their waist.  But the thing was narrow.  He figured less than two feet wide.  And she expected him to crawl up that thing?  She kept going, but despite the leash and chain around his neck, he pulled to a stop at the bottom of the ramp and sat down to look the thing over.

      “Bobo!  Up!” Isabelle commanded as she pulled on the leash. 

     Bobo stood, but he wasn’t sure about stepping up onto the thing.  It looked like it could tip over pretty easily.  If he fell, he might get hurt. 

      “Bobo up!” Isabelle commanded again as she pulled him forward. 

     Bobo had no choice but to move forward and step up onto the ramp.  It was either that, or have his neck broken by the leash as she pulled on it.

      “That’s it Bobo.  Keep going.  All the way up.”

     With the woman literally pulling him, Bobo had no choice but to keep climbing up the ramp.  He glanced down to each side.  He could fall in either direction.  No, it wasn’t really that high, but the darn ramp wasn’t exactly that wide either.  He had to concentrate on where he was going just to make sure he didn’t fall off.  And then he was at the top, and she was still pulling.   He did his best to go straight down and keep himself in the middle of the ramp.  And a moment later, he was off.  Whew! 

      “Good girl, Bobo,” Isabelle praised him a she stopped to rub his head a bit.  “Now let’s do it again.  She pulled on the leash to get him going, then walked him around for a few moments, before leading him right back to the ramp.  This time Bobo knew what to expect.  As soon as he got to the ramp, he slowed down, but he didn’t stop.  Cautiously, he made his way to the top, then straight down the other side.  He hoped that now that he had done it again that they would stop, but Isabelle seemed to have other ideas in mind as she continued to walk him around the back yard.

     Jose was now trotting with Wolf at his side.  He had seen Isabelle teaching Bobo to get over the ramp.  The ramp was usually one of the easier obstacles they taught the dogs to negotiate, especially when it was set as low as it was.  With time, they would increase the height and also the steepness of the ramp making it a bit more challenging for the dogs. 

     But now it was time to see if Wolf could do something that he already knew he’d probably never be able to teach bobo – jump over the plastic hurdle.  Still trotting, he lined himself up so that he would pass right next to it, and Wolf would be lined up to go straight at it.  Just at he got to the hurdle, Wolf shied away from it and pushed him sideways.  Jose wasn’t surprised, it was the most common first-time reaction for some dogs.  Wolf just need to understand that he needed to jump over the bar.

     Isabelle handed Bobo’s leash to Rosa.  “Your turn,” she said.

      “Me?” Rosa asked.

      “Yes.  They must learn to obey you more than anyone.  “Walk her around the yard a bit.”

     Rosa started walking.  “Like this?” she asked as Bobo did his best to keep up with her.

      “Hold the leash tighter.  Not loose.  Keep his head up and right next to your leg.  Don’t walk her like you’re out for a slow stroll in the park and you don’t care where she goes.  You have to care!  You have to let her know at all times that you are in charge, not her.”

     Under Isabelle’s guidance, Rosa quickly learned how to walk a dog…except that in this case, the dog she was learning with, was Bobo.

      “Good,” Isabelle said, now lead Bobo over the ramp.  You may have to slow down a bit to help her, but make sure she goes where you want her to.”

     Rosa led Bobo toward the ramp, then she slowed down to almost nothing and gave the leash a bit of slack.  She watched as Bobo cautiously made his way up and over the ramp.

      “Now turn around and bring her back again,” Isabelle instructed.

     Rosa turned around and led Bobo back over it the other way with no problem at all.  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed wolf jumping over the plastic hurdle that Jose had set up a short distance away.  She stopped to watch for a moment.  “He did it!” she said triumphantly.

      “Of course,” Jose said as he led Wolf over to her.  He took Bobo’s leash and handed her Wolf’s leash.  “Your turn now.”

      “Me?”

      “Walk him.  He’s going to be different to walk with than Bobo here.”

      “Keep the leash tight.  The same way you did with Bobo,” Isabelle told her. 

     Tentatively, Rosa led Wolf out into the yard.  Wolf pulled a bit but she held tightly onto the leash.

      “When he doesn’t do what you want, jerk hard and quick on the leash. That will get him back under control,” Jose told her.  It took a bit of work, but Rosa was soon walking her big dog much better. 

      “Now run with him a bit,” Jose instructed.

      “Run?”

      “Yes.  He’s a big dog and he needs the exercise.” 

     Rosa was too old to run much, but she tried to move faster. 

      “Now bring him toward the hurdle so he can go over it.”

     Rosa tried to hurry Wolf along toward the plastic hurdle, but the moment she got close, Wolf shied away from it again and pushed her sideways as well.

      “It’s going to take some practice,” Isabelle told her.  “Bring him here and let’s see how Wolf does with the ramp now.”

     The woman never let go of Bobo’s leash, but at least she was holding it loosely.  He laid down and watched as Jose and Rosa worked to get Wolf up onto the ramp.  It took quite a while since Wolf didn’t like the ramp at all.  Neither did he for that matter.  But Bobo was sure that Wolf liked it even less.  Eventually though, he saw Wolf go all the way up the ramp…where he simply jumped off the side to get down.  He realized he was watching a contest of wills, Wolf, versus everyone else.  And he wasn’t sure who was winning.  He laid there to watch the “competition.”

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      “That was…interesting,” Connie said as she watched Jose and Isabelle backing out of the driveway.  She didn’t even notice that Wolf wasn’t barking for once.  “It was a pain in the neck, but interesting.”

      “Tiring too,” Rosa said.  “I didn’t expect that it would be so physical – for me!”

      “Neither did I,” Connie replied.  “But I guess they were right.  Wolf and Bobo both need to get used to obeying and doing all that for you, not them.”

      “Yeah.  But for a while there I think they were training me instead of them.”

     Connie laughed.  “I think you’re right.  But come on, it was still fun, wasn’t it?”

     Rosa smiled.  “More than you know.”  She looked down at Bobo, once again in his favorite place between the chairs.  “Especially watching that one.”

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     Bobo knew it was coming.  He knew it!  No, not the dog food she gave him for dinner again that night, that he really could have done without, more so than this.  No, what he knew was coming, was that he was once again stuck between Rosas’ thighs with his tongue licking her to orgasm after orgasm.  At least she didn’t put a leash on him anymore or pull on his collar.  Breathing was difficult enough when he was stuck doing it, but the collar and leash made the breathing even more difficult. 

     She was getting all the sexual relief she wanted while he got…nothing at all.  She had even gone out of her way to make sure he would never get anything at all. 

     Someone once said that life wasn’t fair.  He was living proof of that.