Training with Wolfie
By Karen Singer
Chapter 22
What now? Bobo’s nervousness went way up again when
Rosa and Connie came into the living room carrying the two leashes…the ones
with choker collars. Wolf went crazy
with excitement, Bobo wanted to run. But
running wouldn’t work. There was no
place in the house he could go where they couldn’t easily find him. In minutes, Rosa was leading Wolf out the
front door, and Connie was dragging Bobo out as well.
Bobo was out in front of the
house. Out where anyone driving by could
see him. He put up no resistance at all
as Connie led him toward Rosa’s small SUV.
In fact, he pulled her! Wolf
jumped up into the back seat, then went up again into the larger rear
area. Connie and Rosa had to help Bobo
up into the car, but once there, he got up onto the seat, then climbed from
there into the larger back area. Rosa
let the back seat down to give her two dogs more room.
Where were they going? Bobo desperately wondered about that. Why were they going? That was an even bigger
question. He figured Wolf didn’t care
where they were going. Wolf was only excited to be going…anywhere! Bobo laid down in the back area to make himself
as invisible as possible.
There were no trucks at the house
when they got there. There were no
vehicles of any kind. “It looks like
it’s safe to bring the dogs in,” Connie commented as Rosa parked her car in the
driveway.
Bobo dared to poke his head up to
look out the back window. He saw…nobody
around. Turning his head to look out the
side window, he saw Connie’s new house.
The moment Connie opened the rear door, Wolf jumped out before she even
let the seat down. Bobo had to wait for
Rosa to put half of the rear seat down before he could climb down from the back
area, and then nervously work his way all the way out of the car. Once down on the ground, Connie grabbed his
leash and led him toward the front door.
Again, he not only put up no resistance, he pulled her to try to get her
to go faster. The sooner he could get
inside, the sooner he would be out of sight.
“I thought you had trained Bobo to
walk better than this,” Connie complained to Rosa as she pulled back on Bobo’s
leash.
Rosa was having her own problems
with Wolf who was much too excited to walk nicely next to her like he was
supposed to do. I don’t know what’s
gotten into them. They both seem to be
too excited!
Excited? Bobo wasn’t excited. He was scared!
Connie unlocked the front door and
led them all inside.
“What a difference!” Rosa exclaimed
as she looked around.
“Yeah. It’s almost done,” Connie replied as she too
looked at her house. She reached down
and unclipped the leash from Bobo’s choker collar. Rosa did the same with Wolf and the two dogs
were allowed to roam free. Wolf
immediately began sniffing around and exploring.
Very slowly, the two women began
roaming around and discussing the changes and what little still needed to be
done. Rosa had a lot of experience with
remodel work, and she knew that if they really wanted to, the workers could
probably finish up in a day or two. Most
likely though, she figured they would take three or four days…if they didn’t
put things off. She had a problem
sometimes with construction people doing that since they usually worked on
several projects at the same time.
Bobo headed straight for the
kitchen, his mind on only one thing. The
last time he had been here, he had been able to hide in the pantry closet. But this time, when he got to the kitchen,
everything looked so different. From his
point of view down by the floor, the kitchen looked completely finished. And as to getting into the pantry closet? Forget it!
There was a door on it now, and the door was closed. He had no choice but to wander around like
Wolfie was doing, although not nearly to the extend Wolf was. As he wandered, he remembered that man, that
worker, who had suddenly come in. He
prayed nothing like that would happen this time.
As Rosa and Connie wandered through
the house, Rosa did her best to remain bright and cheerful. But on the inside, she slowly began feeling
nothing but sad. The more they looked at
and the more they talked, things slowly began to sink in. Connie wasn’t going to be living next door
much longer. Connie, her best friend,
wasn’t going to be as close as she was right now. She wouldn’t be able to just pop next door to
see her, and Connie wouldn’t be able to visit her so easily either. Just visiting each other was going to take a
lot more effort…for both of them. Effort
and coordination.
In a way, Connie, her best friend,
was leaving her. Rosa knew it was silly,
Connie hadn’t even left yet. She hadn’t
even moved back into her own house yet, but Rosa was already starting to feel more
cut off. More…alone.
Rosa did her best to put it all out
of her mind as she wandered through Connie’s house. Yes, it was a very nice house. Her plans for a dungeon room upstairs as well
as a bigger dungeon downstairs sounded very nice, but those weren’t the
thoughts that stayed primarily on her mind.
The only thing she could think about, was that her best friend would
soon be much further away. As silly as
it was, to Rosa, she almost felt like she was being abandoned.
But Rosa couldn’t let Connie know
about any of the thoughts that were hitting her emotions. She dared not let Connie know about any of
it, so she did her best to be cheerful and enthusiastic about everything to do
with Connie’s house, including Connie leaving her. There was a small lump in her throat when she
connected Wolf’s leash again and led him toward the door.
Rosa and Connie talked cheerfully
all the way home, but in reality, Rosa felt nothing but sad. Her best friend had become much closer over
the last few months. In a matter of
days, things would be going back to the way they used to be. Her best friend would still be her best
friend, but the distance factor would again come into play. Rosa was surprised at how hard that situation
seemed to be hitting her. She had never
had that kind of problem before. The
attachment she felt for Connie was hitting her much harder than it should
have.
Of course, Rosa remembered when
Connie first came to her, looking for some place to stay during the
construction on her house. Rosa could
have given Connie the new rental property that she had opened up soon
afterwards. The place would have been
basically brand spanking new! But for
selfish reasons, she had wanted to keep Connie close. Right next door. Close enough that she could almost touch her
at any time.
Bobo was glad to get home. He did his best to hurry through the arduous
process of getting out of the car, falling this time because he wanted to get out
as quickly as possible. But the fall was
worth it since he did get out faster. In
moments, Connie again had his leash and they were following Wolf and Rosa
toward the front door. A few moments
later, they were all in the house.
Whew! And finally, the choker
collar was removed from his neck and he and Wolf were let out into the yard
together.
Why had Rosa wanted to take him and
Wolf there? Why? Wouldn’t it have been much easier if the two
women had just gone alone? It would have
been easier for them, and a lot easier on Bobo’s nerves!
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“Come here my angel,” Rosa
called.
Bobo heard the words. He heard Rosa calling. Here we go again. He got up from where he was lying on the
living room rug and waited while Rosa finished getting her shorts and panties
off, moments later, his head was again stuck between her thighs.
As always, Bobo’s tongue felt
wonderful to Rosa. Wolf was even
ignoring them this time while he chewed on one of his toys on the other side of
the living room. But as wonderful as
Bobo was making her feel, things just weren’t happening for her inside. All she could think about was the fact that
Connie would be leaving soon.
She stared down at Bobo’s
head. His hair, as always, was a
mess! She actually loved running her
fingers through it to either smooth it, or quite often, mess it up even more. But the sight of Bobo’s messy hair, and the
thought of Connie leaving soon, did nothing but bring the reality of another
situation crashing back at her. A
situation that she had purposely not been dealing with…for personal reasons. In a nutshell, what was she going to do about
Bobo?
The things Bobo was doing to her
felt wonderful. It always felt
wonderful. But tonight, it just wasn’t
enough for her. It just wasn’t working. With Bobo still doing his best to bring her
to an orgasm, she leaned forward and began petting his head, often running her
fingers from front to back through his messy hair, that all too often hung down
in his eyes. She sometimes put a
hairclip in it to hold it back for him, but more often than not, she didn’t
bother. She just let it go wild.
“What are we going to do with you
Bobo? What are we going to do with you,
my angel?”
Her question confused Bobo. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at
her questioningly.
Rosa saw his messy face. She nearly laughed, but the question was one
of too much importance. She leaned
forward further and again ran her fingers through his messy hair, trying to
straighten it this time. Combing it back
from his face so she could see…the funny messy face better. “What are we going to do with you,” she mused
out loud again.
Her eyes glazed over as she sat
there petting him. What was she going to
do? Because it was time now that she had
to do something with him. She had kept
him as a dog way too long. She had
forced him to live as a dog far too long.
She had forced him to be something he wasn’t – when she should have never done it at all. What she had done, was criminal!
So the question was, what should
she do about him, because after what she had done to him, she couldn’t just
take his bindings off and let him go.
She had done this to him when he didn’t want it. She had done this to him, despite him not
wanting to do it. She had forced this on
him…and because of that, she knew that she owed him now. Because of what she had done to him, she owed
him a lot! Which meant that she couldn’t
just let him go…yet.
So…what should she do with
him? Like it or not, it was time to face
the question…and decide.
As she ran her fingers through his
hair, the germ of an idea didn’t flash through her brain. But it was so fast and faint that it was more
like it softly hit her gut instead. But
that germ of an idea that her brain didn’t recognize yet, had been planted
within her. She went to bed that night,
still worrying about what she was going to do with Bobo…Brian…and how she was
going to be able to make it all up to him.
And while she slept, she
dreamed. And inside that dream, the seed
of the idea she didn’t know she had, grew…and blossomed.
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Rosa woke up early the next
morning, with a major thought on her mind.
A thought, that was really the start of an idea. She thought about that idea as she let the
dogs out into the backyard. She thought
about that idea as she brought them in again while she had her breakfast…and
the dogs both got a bit of bacon. She
thought about that idea all through her bath and while she got dressed.
She thought about that idea for
most of the morning. But by lunchtime,
she was no longer thinking so much about that idea. Yes, she was thinking about it, but it was no
longer dominating her mind. The reason
it no longer dominated her thoughts….
She now had a plan.
She knew what she wanted to do
about Bobo.
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