“Yes.”
Dusty nodded and insisted on crawling down the aisle instead of standing up to walk. I understood it was a pride thing for him. I helped him gather his overnight bag from the locker and then we walked slowly up to the house. Dusty insisted on crawling.
“Would you like something to eat?” I offered him once we were inside the main house. He shook his head and leaned against me. I began to stroke his head. “Would you like to go upstairs and rest?” Dusty nodded.
Ted came into the great room, and I informed him that I would have Dusty with me for the night.
“Good. I didn’t want him to be alone either.”
When we got to my room, I sat on the couch and told Dusty he could sit wherever he was comfortable. It hadn’t surprised me at all when he elected to sit on the floor by my feet. I rubbed carefully on his shoulders and head.
“I like the coloring of your hood and mask,” I complimented.
I’d seen all sorts of hoods and masks over the years, from the classic, traditional dog fur colors, to some color trends. Dusty’s had a black muzzle and some bright blue over his nose. The bright blue was also the color of his hood, ears, and the forehead. His gloves and harness also matched the black and blue theme. I’d seen this exact style also in yellow, red, purple, and green.
Dusty leaned against my leg and moved his head against my hand as his way of saying thanks.
“You can speak, if you’d like, Dusty.”
“Thank you. I had a tail that matched too. It was bright blue with swirls of black coloring on it.”
“I like it, and I’m sure you’ll be able to order a new matching tail. I’m sorry you lost it tonight.”
“They took it.”
“I figured as much. I’m sorry, Dusty boy.”
Before bed, I offered him some ibuprofen. He accepted it without argument, and I told him he could sleep wherever he was comfortable. Dusty ended up sleeping curled up on the couch. I laid awake, unable to shake the night from my mind. I got up twice to make sure he was still breathing and that the blanket was on him.
I felt as though Dusty had entered my life at the right time. I needed a chance to redeem myself for all the wrong that I’d done in my life.
This weekend at The Pound had been a first for me. I stayed the entire weekend and didn’t even come once. I had also loved the time I’d spent with Dusty. I learned a ton about him. He was one of the very few that were serious about being someone’s forever friend. I gave him lots of gentle rubs and scratches because his body was so banged up, and I didn’t want to hurt him.
Really, I was nervous about him going back to his apartment alone. I was determined to care for him and ensure he was nursed back to health.
“Dusty,” I said on Sunday afternoon as I packed my bag. “Would you like to spend the week with me at my home? I would like to help keep an eye on your wounds, and I’ve grown very fond of you and your company.”
“Can I be in my pup state?” he asked as his chocolate eyes bored into mine. I could see he was silently pleading for me to say yes.
“Absolutely. I would love for you to be in your pup form.”
“I won’t have my tail, though,” he reminded me.
“I think I might have a few lying around the house. I’m sure we could find one for you to temporarily use if you’d like.”
“I think I would like that, and I’ll take you up on your offer. If you don’t mind, I can stop at my place, I have a few older tails that I could bring.”
“That sounds fine, Dusty.”
I wrote down my address and phone number and gave it to him. We left The Pound Resort together, and Dusty was going to stop by his place and then come straight over. I would probably have an hour to get my house pet-ready again. I was so excited and a little nervous.
As I drove home, my cock stiffened in my pants as I thought about having a human pet in the house again. I began to think of all the things I would and wouldn’t do for safety. I would never chain him up or have him sleep outside unless it was warm out. I tried to adjust my cock in my pants as I envisioned watching Dusty use the trees outside to pee on.
I currently didn’t have a pet bed for him but would toss one of the fleece blankets in the wash the second I got home. Besides, he was still an injured pup and would require my constant care and attention.
As soon as I got inside, I made a dash for the shower. I quickly jacked off as I pictured Dusty lifting his leg. I hadn’t been this excited in a long time. I would take good care of Dusty.
6 Months Later
