Beware the unknown

...As I made my way to Wetsuit Jay and Rubberasylums door I felt nervous and actually afraid.  The last visit I had made weighed heavily on my mind to the point of me questioning if I could or even should continue my training. I rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer, and when Rubberasylum opened the door I saw a look of compassion and concern as he hugged me and welcomed me inside. I walked in,,, my eyes avoiding his,,, I had many questions and concerns I needed to discuss with my Trainer, I felt hurt and honestly was worried that maybe I had upset Him to the point of possibly not wanting me either.


    Its been a while since I  posted anything in my blog. There are many reasons for this, some regarding my work schedules as of late, but the brunt of the reason being a set of circumstances that came about from my request to delve deeper into my training.  To be trained as a pup takes allot of effort from both yourself and you Trainer. Beyond the helping with the home that I have been invited into, and beyond the physical training comes the need to trust and be open with the one you are training with. Be it your Master or the one you call your Dominant, there is a need to have a bond of deep trust in both your physical and mental well being.

I have been able to trust Rubberasylum when we play, he instilled that feeling of safety in me the first time I was invited to a party he was having. He had no expectations or demands when I was there, but offered to let me play under his watchful eye to make sure no harm of any sort would come to me. Trust on an emotional level is harder for me to garner however. Ive not let many people break through the walls I have put up in my mind. Very few will ever get to see what dwells in the recesses in there, the fears, the desires, the things I have pushed away, not wanting to contemplate until whatever the issue might be comes to fruition. Along those lines, building trust emotionally doesn't come easily to me, its something that takes allot of work. When I asked to go deeper into training I wasn't ready for this to come into play.
 
   When this happened, and my Trainer did indeed take me to the next level of trust that a puppy needs, I was shocked when we talked and I was faced with some very tough questions. Nothing bad was told to me nor was anything really said that should have upset me, it was just questions I didn't want to think of. Things I had filed away in the back of my mind and blocked myself from thinking of because I didn't like the outcome I had foreseen. When it happened I felt that He had no business even thinking of questioning what I had done in regards to this subject, It was personal to me alone and no one had any right to ask anything about it, period. When I left after this happened, all I felt was a coolness that over the next few weeks kept growing.

That brings me back to being at my Trainers door.

Sir asked me to follow him to his room when I had my things brought inside. I followed him and he closed the door behind us, asking me if I was alright.  I looked and told him I was alright but I needed to talk to him about how I felt.  He said we could talk right now if needed, but I said it was alright to wait. There was a pup I knew named Rufus visiting and as we made our way to the playroom and I looked in I saw him sleeping in my kennel.

I must give my Trainer credit, He does like having other pups around for me to spend time with. 

Rubberasylum smiled telling me Rufus asked when I might show up and that I should go say hello to him. We talked a bit, me sitting outside the kennel then Sir motioned me over to himself telling me to get my pupgear.  I went and got my hood, grinning as He pulled it onto my head, smelling the rubber as he tightened it onto me. Oh the bliss of feeling His hands transforming me into a puppy. I had forgotten how much I longed to feel this way and as He opened the kennel and let me in it with Rufus I began to remember exactly why I loved coming to see Wetsuit Jay and Him. It was the feeling of safety and happiness knowing I was accepted and wanted here.

Rufus and I got to play a bit before it was time to eat. Growling and pawing at each other, snuggling in my kennel, Rubberasylum watching us, laughing at times as we frolicked. We had a good dinner made by Sir that everyone enjoyed, followed later in the evening with hottubbing. A nice end to the day. That evening I slept with Sir in his room. A pup forgets how nice it is to snuggle up to another in their gear as they sleep. Its moments like that, feeling content and happy with everything that makes being a pup so wonderful.

The next morning found me rested, feeling a bit frisky really. As I pressed in closer to Rubberasylum I couldn't help but grind against his leg, whimpering softly as I pawed over his chest.  Sir told me to be a good pup, he pushed me back away from him gently as he got up, leaving me still whining on the bed, telling me to keep my paws away from my locked up sheath. He was very kind to me though, he asked if I would like a cup of coffee as he went to the kitchen. I yipped and nodded at him as he went to the kitchen. Sometimes its nice to get a treat like that. 

Rufus had stayed the night also and we both made our way to the kitchen talking about what each of us had planned.  It was a mellow morning, Wetsuit Jay caught me downstairs after my shower telling me good bye, that he had to go to work.  I wished him a fun day as he walked to his car, I would have to leave before he would be back, but still, it was good seeing him.  It felt nice having him tell me it was good to see me again. I have a good family here.

Rufus and I talked a bit, getting reacquainted, finding out what we had been up to before he had to pack his things and be on his way. He had plans to meet some other friends in the area but he said he had a great time. I had a feeling he would find it fun meeting Sir and Wetsuit Jay *wags*. After he left, Sir said we could play but I really wanted to talk to him. I sat down in front of him on the floor and he patted the couch beside him telling me I could be on the furniture. I sat down and laid my head in his lap, looking up at him. I told him why I had reacted the way I did after my last visit, not talking to him and I explained why. He let me figure out why I felt the way I did on my own, listening as he petted over me. 

As we continued to talk, me finally letting some of my hidden truths out to him I began to cry. He had touched on something I feared, something I dreaded the thought of.  To be able to trust him with my feelings and secrets made me feel like a huge weight had been lifted off me.  We sat for a few hours like that just talking. Hes an amazing man.

When I got my composure back about me Sir asked if i might still want to play. I looked at the clock and thought about the time. It was a little before noon and I had to be back home that evening for work. I took about half a second to answer Him, grabbing my hood and paws!  He laughed and told me to follow him to the playroom, choosing his sleepsack telling me to go to his bedroom. I took the sack and ran upstairs, putting it on the bed.

I was beside myself as he told me to lay down in it, feeling him pull the leather around my arms,, closing them in the sleeves, next hearing the main zipper start to close, the leather tightening around my legs as he travelled up my body, slowly sealing me inside it. As he reached the top of the sack he turned his attention to the straps, buckling them a bit more snugly around me. It was pure bliss feeling myself so tightly held. Sir opened up the front pulling my puppycock out, stroking me slowly as i tried to hump into his hand. It felt so amazing, trapped as I was toyed with.

He edged me, rotating from doing some things on his computer, listening to me whimper, coming back over only to let me get so close before walking away again and again. It was almost a torture!  I wanted to cum!  Finally after over an hour of playing with me, Sir started stoking me furiously, I was panting by this point, the leather was so hot and tight! It felt amazing and so restrictive all at once.  I was humping into his hand as hard as I could! Sir then released his grip,, leaving me panting, laying trapped in the sleepsack, laughing as he opened the top, letting the cool air rush in against me,,, letting one of my arms loose, telling me I had been good and I could paw myself off.

Immediately I took things into paw, grunting loudly as I shot over my stomach, finally laying back, as Sir gave me a pat on the head telling me i was a good puppy.

~Rotty




   

 

Going further as a pup..

My last visit to my Trainer was a very important one to me.  I had asked that he take me further as a pup but this also meant that I needed to make some hard decisions about myself also.  My life until this point has really been dictated by me alone.  Many things that I wanted I worked hard for, creating the life that I was comfortable in.  

My livelihood depends on me making decisions, dictating how a project will proceed, directing workers on what they should do throughout their workday, but now I have found I need to allow another to direct me.  Listening to their orders, not taking things as mere suggestions when told to do things.  This is a hard concept to grasp after years of being the one in control. 

There is so much more to being a pup beyond the obvious.

It was a wonderful feeling when I finally pulled up in front of my Trainer and his Sirs home again. It had been 3 weeks since my last visit, I had been faithful to his orders of being sheathed when away from Him and was so looking forward to being out of it again. 

Rubberasylum and my Master had talked and agreed that I wouldn't be allowed to cum unless I was being trained with Sir.  I had whimpered when this was told to me but how could I argue against a decision made between both of the dominant ones in my life? 

As I reached the door a feeling of excitement came over me.  It was time to be a pup again, but first I was told that Sir and I needed to have a serious talk.  This scared me.  I have tried to be a good doggie for Him but I also knew I had failed at times.  My dominant side pushing through, questioning his authority that I had offered to him when he allowed me to be his dog. 

I rang the doorbell and heard Wetsuit Jay and Rubberasylum talking.  "Hes only a half hour late" was said as footsteps came down the stairs and the door was opened.  Sir greeted me with a smile and a big hug, it was so nice being back with my family.  We said our hellos and I brought in my bags, settling down in the kitchen for supper.  I was told there was going to be visiting pups tomorrow and I had asked if a great friend of mine could stop by who was travelling through the city which Sir had agreed to.  The weekend was going to be wonderful!

We finished our meal and we retired to the den.  Sir told me to get into my puppygear, sitting me down in front of him he said it was time for me to listen.  The dreaded talk he had spoken of earlier in the week.  I really had no idea what we were needing to discuss.  There were so many things I had thought of.  It wasn't as bad as what my mind had mulled over since he had said we needed a talk.  It was about my attitude and how I reacted to his orders and about what I truly wanted as a pup in my training. 

I had said things, not meant to be hurtful but they had been, and I had complained about some orders I had been given.  Not all of them, but there were some specific ones that had touched a nerve.  Looking back it seems foolish, I reacted without thinking, and this needed to stop.  Sir is always diplomatic in regards to me.  He knows that there is very little that I know about being a true puppy and he has held my hand, leading me slowly into learning what is proper and what isn't. 

Now since I had asked to go deeper he told me what it meant.  I needed to trust him completely, I needed to not be a bad dog and rebel against his orders, and that's what they were when he told me to do things, not suggestions but orders.  There was allot of actions that he stated, things I didn't consciously realize I had done that were disrespectful to him.  He asked me what exactly I wanted from my training.  That he didn't know how to read me, that I was a guarded pup and he himself couldn't really proceed unless I truthfully answered him.

What was I seeking to find in this?  The more I thought about that, the clearer it became.  I wanted the freedom to trust someone else completely.  I wanted to feel safe letting another have control, even if only for a short while, and not worry about being hurt in the process.  To realize this came as a bit of a shock to me, my training wasn't all about being controlled or kept as a pup, it was about trust more than anything.  I also realized that another goal was to find and allow a side of me free that I had buried years ago.  to free the part of me that longs to submit completely to another. 

Not as a slave, but as a dog who looks up to his Owner, wanting only to please them, to hear words of praise after doing something, not because ordered to but because they know that it pleases the one they have been given the joy of serving.  It was a revelation to me.  Learning in that instant that my goals revolved around pleasing others, something that I had tucked far away, afraid to let free for fear of being hurt by my actions. 

We finished our talk, both of us happier and better able to proceed.  My training would intensify but it didn't scare me now, I knew completely that I wanted this more than ever now and I had 2 wonderful men in my life, my Master and my Trainer that would lead me down this path, showing me how to succeed in what I truly wanted.  I got to sleep in Rubberasylums bed that night after he offered me the choice.  As He patted the covers I wuffed happily getting up beside him snuggling under the covers.  It felt so good as I fell asleep, laying there as a pup without a care in the world, able to be content with everything as the day ended.

   To be continued.....


~Rottie

Seattle Pride, Day 3... and More

Sleeping Dogs....

... As I relaxed in my kennel my Trainer and Wetsuit Jay played with Hawk above me. I could hear his grunts and panting as they toyed with him, all 3 enjoying each other as I was left in my kennel.  I struggled a bit against my restraints seeing if there was a way to free myself. My paws were free, I could reach the shelf behind me where the keys were kept and soon I had found what I needed, the overlooked keys that would open the humane restraints AND my kennel door!  Amid the laughter of Rubberasylum and the others in the room I triumphantly unlocked my cage door and crawled free.


  I nosed my Trainer and hugged him, happy to be out of my cage then wandered around the dungeon, looking at the other fun things that were in there. A certain hood caught my attention. It was leather with only mouth and nose holes, nicely padded.  I made up my mind to ask if that night I could wear it to bed.  After Hawk was sufficiently abused we all made our way to the den, socializing and talking of the next days activities.


The group of us were going back into Seattle to meet friends and wander around at the epicenter of the festival. It was said that I would go as a pup and the others made their choices for what to wear.  After that was settled my Sir told me to get my sheath again and bring it to him.  When I got back to him with it, thinking he would leave me free from it, He told me to put it back on. I whimpered and pawed at him, not wanting it back on.  He watched and sternly told me get it back on, dogs don't have any say in such things.  Slowly I put it back together, my freedom short lived and as i locked it back together feeling it holding me once again, I wuffed softly enjoying the control it gave my Trainer over me.


 I was allowed to run around the house in my regular clothes until bedtime. Rubberasylum then told me to put on a suit to sleep in. I picked my Orca wetsuit and put it on, it felt so nice and tight, and then I asked Sir if i could wear the isolation hood. He grinned and nodded giving my trapped cock a playful swat sending me to go get it.  As he tightened it down over my head I couldn't help but throb in my chastity. I fell asleep so excited and happy to be a well cared for pet.


   The next morning found me awake and frisky.  I pawed at Rubberasylum, still blind in the hood, hoping to get him to play with me.  He responded by telling me that it was way to early to be awake and to go back to bed.  I whined softly and snuggled in against him, trying to fall back asleep, not succeeding but was a good boy leaving him to rest.  We all got up a while later and had a good breakfast.  Rubberasylum can cook awesomely!  We finished our meal, then got ready for our outing.  I got into my puppy gear, Sir wore his latex suit and Hawk chose pvc for the day.  Everyone piled into the car and we were off to Seattle City Center. 


We wandered about looking at the displays, getting a bite to eat and enjoying the looks and smiles from the ones we passed. It felt good being a pup out in the open, able to enjoy my Trainers company, meeting new people, controlled but completely happy knowing I was a well cared for puppy.  We played in the fountain a bit to cool off and when walking around had many pictures taken with curious onlookers. Makes a doggie wonder how many blogs he and his Trainer ended up in after the day.  On the way back to the parking garage we passed some police officers by their cars.  One of them yelled " Hey, come here " after I had passed.  Instantly I wondered what I had done as I turned to go to him.  He looked me over then asked if it was hot in my gear.  I nodded my head and barked at him making him and his partner laugh.  Seattle is a good city! 


As we headed back home we talked about the weekend.  We all made our way into the house and I started gathering up my things for the journey home.  I said my good byes, sorry to have to go but Sir had one last thing to do before I could leave.  He went and got a ziptie, taking the lock off my sheath, replacing it with that.  I whimpered and asked him if I would be allowed to take my cage off anytime soon.  He grinned and shook his head no.  I was owned.  All of me belonged to him and I was going to have to deal with it.  I had told Sir that there was a trip coming up for me and he wanted to make sure that flying wouldn't be an issue.  It was going to be challenging, I'm a shy pup and doing something like that, I was hoping I would be able to actually do it. 


That was what I had asked for, maybe in a way, begged for when the contract was signed.  He chuckled as he looked into my eyes; I know he saw my dismay but he gave me a tender hug, giving my head a gentle petting before I left.  It would be a while til I would be able to visit again, there was a drive across the country coming up and then a visit with family.  Feeling a bit sad that there wouldn't be any time with my Trainer and his mate in the near future, I went to my car and started the journey home.


Its now only a few days before I will again be back with my family.  I'm looking forward to it so much!  I have asked my Trainer to take me further as his pup, I want to give myself up to him a bit more, to know the feeling of complete control taken by him.  I have been a pushy dog, testing my Trainers limits, at times even tho I didn't mean to, being rude and complaining about his orders. I asked that he push back in ways to make me understand my place.  He has been talking to my Master about this, finding out His feelings on this training, taking me deeper into what I know I want in my heart as a puppy. 


I asked to be hooded and gagged, restrained to the point of no escape, made into a plaything for him, my whimpers ignored as I struggle, not knowing what he has planed beyond this point.  I've had many fantasies about being used, unable to fight against whatever might happen to me, knowing that I will not be freed until the one in control decides that I should be allowed my freedom again.  Its a rather big request. One I have put allot of thought into and have decided that, even if it may seem unbearable at times, scary to the point of begging for release, that I want this. 


This coming weekend may hold many situations that I never contemplated. I am excited and afraid at the same time. 


Time will tell, Friday is here...


~Rottie

Response From Trainer: i.e. "Pride Weekend"

Pups and Trainers,

Rottie shall be out of town this week visiting family, so in the interest of the pup's required weekly posting I would like to share a group of pictures that were taken of Rottie and I during the pride weekend...

The insane captions on a few of them are nothing more than my twisted sense of humor that the pup is forced to deal with :)

All pictures are copyright M. Ranweiler, and we thank him for manning his camera during Rottie's well earned playtime...

"OK Mr Demille, I am ready or my closeup"

"The Pupeh Needed a Bath, This Really was A Good Thing"

"Hmm, Something Smells Like Wet Dog..."

"So We Meet Again Mr. Bond"

"He Does the Greatest Michael Jackson impression... Go ahead, Rottie, Strike a pose"

"Comon Lassie, Timmy went this way..."

"Why Do Rottweilers always draw white trash?"

"If I ever see you hanging out with that element again..."

*Rottie has himself a three legged stalker who foresees a Rottweiler baby daddy in her future*

*Forcing your kid to take a picture with the perverts... An important step in every healthy child's development*

*Pup and Trainer together, a wonderful outing*

He is an amazing pup, he has a long way to go, but has proved time and time again that he is capable...

He is now asking to go deeper. We shall now explore the concept of rewards and punishments...

And the cane scares him to no end. One must be careful what one asks for...

Rottie should be back in two weeks, with that, I bid you goodnight...

~Rubberasylum

Pride Weekend Continued... Day 2

I woke up Saturday feeling very horny. I wasn't let out of my sheath and I didn't know if I would be either. This thought made me all the more worked up and I couldn't stand it anymore! I rolled over and pawed and whimpered at my Sir wanting to get his attention. 

He slowly rolled on his side and looked at me, giving my head a gentle pat as he smiled looking at his puppy.  He asked me if I had slept well and I barked and nodded my head as I moved a bit closer to Him, rubbing my sheath against his leg. It felt so good just doing that, feeling his warmth against my balls as I throbbed in my cage. 

I pawed at him as he rolled onto his stomach, enjoying my whimpers as I pressed against him a bit tighter... I could hardly stand it anymore, I wanted him to let me out so badly!  Slowly I got up and moved on top of Him pressing myself against His body my sheathed dogcock rubbing against His rear, my paws holding onto him tightly, grinding against Him as I grunted and whined. 

He instantly told me I was a bad dog but I didn't care at that moment.  I wanted to show him I needed out of my sheath!  It was driving me crazy!  After about 30 seconds he told me to get down, that I had pushed my bounds, pups should never take that kind of dominant initiative with their Trainers or Masters and if it ever, ever happened again he would give me a punishment I wouldn't forget. 

He told me to go make coffee for everyone as I slowly moved off of him, everyone in the house was beginning to wake up and would appreciate having it ready for when they made it into the kitchen.  Rubberasylum took off my hood and paws before I left his room and still in my puppysuit I went to get coffee and my day going. 

WetsuitJay and Rubberasylum had to work today but there were plans to make it into Seattle to have lunch and enjoy some of the festivities for Pride.  We had also decided that we would do a bit of shopping.  Seattle has some fun businesses to check out, it would be a full day! 

Before my Sir left for work he told me to plan and have dinner ready for when He and Wetsuit Jay got home.  I nodded and wuffed at him as he told me that anything would do, that he knew I had quite an aversion to cooking, even takeout would suffice as long as there was something to eat.  As I went about my morning chores, making the beds, cleaning up dishes, straightening up the playroom, I planned what I was going to bring home.

I made it to the store along with Hawk, another pup that was staying for the weekend and picked up some supplies.  We needed soda and some other items for the house and I wanted to show my Trainer and His Sir that I appreciated being a part of the family.  It felt good knowing I could contribute with things that we would use, just helping out a little bit. 

The plans for supper had been finalized also so we picked up a few things for that then headed back to the house to unpack everything then got all ready to head into town.  The festival was just picking up as we sat down for lunch.  There were stands for everything set up, little stores to check out, cute guys to look at, the day was going awesomely already! 

We went to the fetish stores just looking for things that might be fun.  The first one was a bust, nothing very interesting, but the second one, Doghouse Leathers was a treasure find!  Its a smaller store but everything they have would work for playing, no matter what you might be into!  It was great being able to see playsuits and restraints and other neat things all set out.  Our day was fun enjoying good company and talking to people that Hawk and his Mate, MNWetsuit knew. 

We got back home and I started dinner.  I was going to surprise my trainer and his Sir by actually cooking.  He had told me in previous conversations that I didn't have to, that He understood I loathed cooking.  It would definitely be a surprise!  I made steaks and baked potatos and grilled asparagus.  Rubberasylum and Wetsuit Jay were very surprised!  As we sat down to eat my Sir looked over and said he was very happy with me.  Just hearing that praise made making the meal worth the effort.  I was probably the happiest pup ever at that moment!

After the table was cleared and dishes were washed we went down to the playroom.  I was put into my full pupgear and told to get into my kennel.  Rubberasylum told me again how proud he was with supper and said I deserved a treat.  I was never so excited as hen he unlocked my sheath letting me go!  I asked him if I could wear a gas mask for the evening and he nodded yes, it was going to be a fun night! 

He zipped up the hood securing the gas mask on me and told me to get in my kennel.  Locking restraints onto my ankles and securing my paws He brought out the Venus.  As it puled my cock inside the tube all I could do was squirm and grunt. It felt so good finally being out of my chastity cage! 

He toyed with me, playing with the machines settings, placing his hand over the air inlet on the mask, every moment making me more and more excited as I struggled against the restraints unable to stop anything he wanted to do to me.  He kept me restrained for a long time, finally letting one of my paws free, letting me paw myself in front of him.  When I shot it felt electric! 

I grunted and panted through the gas mask as my whole body tensed, lost in the bliss of the moment finally laying still in my kennel, happily spent.....

To be continued...

~Rottie

Seattle Pride Weekend!

Last friday was a bit hectic,,, the morning started out as most with my alarm going off, a journey into work stopping for my coffee, saying hello to the ones I know, but there was something different also. I was going to head to Rubberasylums after work!  We had been chatting since my last visit and I was missing him and Wetsuit Jay.  Its peaceful there, I get to enjoy being their pup, playing, and meeting new friends.

Rubberasylum is my Trainer, my Sir.  I have a Master who lives a good distance away, hes quite an amazing man, I am so proud to be his puppy. We trust each other and when I asked if I could train with Rubberasylum, all he asked was if I trusted him to treat me well.  He never ceases to suprise me in such ways and He and my Trainer have talked quite a bit to each other finding ways to make me a better pup no doubt.

On my last visit for training Rubberasylum told me that for a week before I returned to him I could not paw off. I told my Master of his order and he ordered me to lock myself up in chastity to make sure I would be a good puppy.  I whimpered and locked myself up and I was so ready to head up to Seattle!  It was the horniest I had been in a long time, I so wanted Rubberasylum to let me out!  How could he say no, I had done what he told me to do, listening to both Him and my Master, I deserved to paw by now! 

When I got on the road after work, all I could think of was seeing my Trainer and being back in my kennel, enjoying the weekend as a pup. My chastity cage was feeling rather tight, I wanted it off, the trip couldnt get over fast enough!  It was Pride weekend, another thing to look forward to, an outing with my Trainer!
  

When I finally arrived I was met at the door with smiles and hugs. I brought my belongings in, catching a moment  to give Rubberasylum the keys to my CB6000, nicknamed my sheath by my Master, blushing as I told him what my Master had said to do.  He smiled as he took the keys, telling me I had been a good boy for listening to him. 

My heart sank a little bit, he was going to leave me locked up!  there were other visitors showing up also and as Wetsuit Jay and Rubberasylum greeted and introduced them to me, all I could do was stand there still trapped, realizing I was truly a pet, that I was owned and would be kept not as I wanted, but how my trainer and Master felt I should be kept.  I whimpered and all Rubberasylum said was "Poor puppy, you had better be good or that might not come off for the whole weekend". 

We all talked for a bit, then it was time to enjoy a bit of hot tubbing, we all went downstairs and my Trainer told me to disrobe. I whimpered again and he pointed at me, telling me to strip. I took off my clothes, my cock trapped in its cage in front of him, he grinned as I pulled up my shorts, giving me a grope in the process before we went outside to soak a bit.  When we came back in we all stopped to get out of our wet shorts. Everyone saw my situation as I pulled off my shorts, the trapped puppy. 

We talked a bit more and Rubberasylum let me get into my pupgear. I got to sleep with him friday night, still sheathed with Him holding the keys. As I laid beside Him squirming he told me I had better not touch myself, he didnt have to let me out and I should realize he wouldnt have to think twice about it if I wasnt a good puppy.  I went to sleep one very frustrated dog, a lesson learned, I really am a pet.

To be continued....
 
~Rottie

A week pondering my puppy responsibilities

Its been a good week for me, Rubberasylum gave me alot to think of; my responsibilities of being a productive and helpful dog for the family. Some parts of it not met with open paws, bringing up memories of times I would rather not have brought up. I was asked, not ordered, to take on certain chores around the house, things that arent too much to ask, making beds, doing dishes, being agood host when visitors come to see us, keeping the playarea clean  *wags!*  and..... cooking....

  That, cooking, I hate it, it brings back memories of times long ago, ones I dislike for personal reasons. I havnt HAD to cook for the last 10 years and I am perfectly fine with that. Dispise is the word that comes to mind. I balked at this request. The others I understood completely, helping out is required, showing ones thanks for being accepted with open arms, repaying a kindness that has been offered. But cooking.....  Thats a sore point in my life. I was rather taken aback, I offered the option of a good meal out when I was with Rubberasylum and Wetsuit Jay, anything to not have to do this. It may seem strange, but, well, pups have bizzare hangups.

  As my visit ended I still hadnt given in to this request, I didnt want to do it and made it pretty obvious to my Trainer. I had made suggestions to other ways to fulfil his want for me to help in this way and had explained my reasons behind it. I couldnt understand why i needed to do this.  It took a few days of thinking from time to time why he would ask this of me to reach the conclusion. It is a way to show appreciation, a way to give something back. I'm not happy about it still, but I will try to do my best to help in this regard.

  Above and beyond that its been fun thinking of staying in my kennel again. This coming weekend I get to visit and its also Seattle Pride! It sounds like my Trainer has plans for an outing for this, hes not said anything about the plan, but I am so looking forward to it! I hope we can get a few pictures for me to post here and get in a bit of play also. Slowly my gear is getting updated, not having others to play with for a while made me forget about gear for the most part, but now the interest is back. I want to be a good looking pup!

  I call Rubberasylum my Trainer. Hes an amazing man who has let me begin a journey that I have wanted to travel for a long time. I am thankful he offered me this chance even though I have another I call my Master. There is a special someone in my life who has that place, one who took my paw and slowly lifted me from a broken relationship. One I love deeply who can never be replaced. I thank both of you for allowing me this chance. I want to be the best pup that one can be and with both of you working together I know I can succeed.