I stood up a little too fast, but I managed to throw the ball for him. The motion of throwing knocked me more off balance and I stumbled backward into the small table. The empty bottle, my glass, and Johnathan’s inhaler all crashed to the concrete. Johnathan made a sound that caused me to turn and look at him. Instead of tearing after his ball, he had stopped short and slowly walked toward me.
“Wait! Stay where you’re at, big boy. There’s glass everywhere, and I don’t want you to get cut. I’ll get the dustpan and bring out your backup inhaler.” I stumbled toward the patio door. “And more for us to drink,” I called out over my shoulder.
Once I was inside, I went to the liquor cabinet and got another bottle of whiskey and a glass. I headed back toward the patio door and saw all the glass on the ground.
“Shit.”
I set the glass and bottle down on the counter and went to the pantry for the dustpan and broom. In my haste, I stubbed my toe on the coffee table, stumbled forward, and smashed a nut between my legs.
“Fuck!” I yelled and immediately tried to comfort my sac.
When I got back outside, Johnathan was sitting in his relaxed pose on the edge of the grass with the ball between his bruised knees.Good. He’d listened.Keeping my hand on the back of the lounger for balance, I carefully crouched and swept the glass and his inhaler into the pan.I have to remember to bring out his other inhaler.
“See, all clean. You were a good boy to wait on the edge of the grass as I asked. Bring me your ball, and I’ll throw it for you before I take this inside.”
Johnathan brought the ball over and dropped it into my hand. I scratched the back of his head as he rubbed his head against my thigh. Playfully, he dragged his tongue from the head of my flaccid dick to the base.
“I know, buddy. Just give me a few minutes, and we’ll get back to that. I want it too, big boy.”
I pulled back my arm and hurled his ball across the huge yard before I bent down to pick up the dustpan. I went inside and dumped the glass into the trash can and then poured myself some whiskey. While I savored the smooth liquid, I retrieved Johnathan’s backup inhaler from the top drawer and set it by the bottle. I took another sip and glanced out into the yard. Johnathan was over in the garden.Mia’s garden.
“What the fuck?” I mumbled.
I hurried to the patio door, taking care not to crush a nut again. I made it outside and whistled sharply for him.
“Johnathan! Out of the garden!” I yelled as I stalked over toward him.
He sat on the pavestone path that weaved through the garden. Mia loved flowers and loved being out here. Together, we planted all of the flowers. Mia’s soul was here.
“What are you doing in the garden, big boy? You know this area is off limits for you.”
I glanced around the flowers and soil, and nothing appeared to be out of place or disturbed. I firmly took hold of one of the leather straps on the back of his harness and tugged in the direction of the path, leading us out of the garden. Johnathan wouldn’t budge and leaned against my thigh.
“What, Johnathan?” I was losing my patience and was beyond agitated now.
He gestured with his head toward the wall behind the garden. Nestled in the lush greenery of the beautiful white flowers was his orange ball.
“How did that get there? Hmm? I don’t think I threw the ball in the garden.” I eyed him. “Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side. “Not going to answer or fess up to throwing the ball in the garden?” He stared up at me with his chocolate eyes. “Okay, fine. Have it your way. Come on,” I said sternly and slapped my bare thigh so he would follow me.
Johnathan kept up with me until we got to the concrete patio, then his pace slowed considerably. I went to his doghouse and picked up the chain as he made his way over to me, favoring each leg tenderly as his knee connected with the hard ground. I attached his chain to the back of his harness and pointed to the inside of his doghouse. Without argument, Johnathan dropped his head and crawled in.
“You can sit out here and think about your behavior. The garden is not for you, big boy. You sit out here, and I’ll come back outside later to see if you’re ready to apologize,” I said to him.
I went inside and brought the bottle of whiskey and my glass over before I flopped my naked ass down on the couch. Slowly, I drank my way through the bottle as I stroked myself. Alone, I finished what Johnathan and I had started this afternoon, and after I came, I passed out.
* * *
I wokeup around 3:00 in the morning with a pounding headache. I held my hands on either side of my head as I slowly stood and stretched. My mouth was bone dry, and I carefully walked to the kitchen, holding on to things for balance as I went. I chugged nearly an entire bottle of water before coming up for air.
My God, I have to slow down the drinking.
I rubbed my eyes with the pads of my fingers, and as I set the bottle down, it bumped into Johnathan’s backup inhaler.
“Johnathan,” I called out.
I stood still and waited to hear him jump off his bed to come find me. Only I never heard him. Silence surrounded me. I walked out from the kitchen and rounded the corner to look at his pet bed; empty.
My mind went backward as I retraced yesterday. Shit! I had chained him up in his doghouse as punishment for going in Mia’s garden. I was only going to let him stay outside long enough for me to jack off and finish my drink. I hurried to the patio door to bring him inside. He was probably cold and hungry as he’d been out there for well over twelve hours.
