I lay curled up at my master's feet as he types away on his computer. It has been such a long time since I have been fully immersed into puppy space. I mean sure he has scratched my head, I have my puppy gear on, and like I said right now I am curled up at his feet, but he has not played with me in several days. I want to whimper and rub myself on his legs until he gives me some attention, but I don't want to bother him. His work is important, and he doesn't need a needy puppy taking up his precious time right now. I am sure it won't be long until he has a break, and we can spend time together. Besides I should just be happy that he has given me the opportunity to be his pet if it wasn't for him I wouldn't even have an owner.
I look up at him as rips out a page in his note book and crumples it into a ball before throwing it at a trash can across the room. It bounces off of the rim of the basket and falls onto the floor with a small thump. I stare at the ball of paper on the floor, and the urge to fetch it overwhelms me. The human part of me knows he doesn't want the paper back that is why he threw it at the basket in the first place, but my predominate puppy side needs to fetch it. It's a ball. I am a dog. What else could I do other than fetch it? I crawl over to the wad of paper and pick it up with my teeth careful not to tear the paper or to get it wet with spit. Without making a sound I carry it over and lay it back on the corner of his desk. He doesn't seem to notice so I lay back down at his feet content now that I fetched his paper.
"Hm." My master mumbles under his breath before throwing the paper again. His aim must be off today because once again he misses the basket. I try to ignore the urge to fetch it again, but I just can't. I paw at the floor trying to dissipate my pent up energy, but before I know what I am doing I run over to it and pick it up before putting it back on his desk. I lay back down almost laying on his foot this time wanting to be as close to him as possible. He throws the paper again, but this time it lands no where near the basket. I run to fetch it again, but when go to return the paper to his desk. He is staring down at me intently. I drop the ball onto the floor between my paws, and I whimper. I am a bad dog for interrupting my master. I flatten myself to the floor, and he frowns slightly. I really must be a bad dog if he is frowning at me. Another whimper is torn from my lips as I go to stand up to leave the room.
"Stay." He commands softly, and I lower myself back to the floor. If I could actually flatten my ears like a real dog they would be. He picks me up and pulls me into his lap.
"I am sorry puppy dog. I haven't been paying you enough attention recently have I?" He says gently stroking my head. I get lost in the sensation so much so that I don't listen to what he is saying. His hand moves from my head and slowly makes its way down my neck and onto my back. I arch my back desperately needing his hands on me. His touches are so light and soft as he works his way down my back. I can hardly believe those are the same hands that reprimand me when I am bad. His gentle petting soon turns into a entire massage that causes my body to ache for his touches. I relax in his hands, and desire begins to seep into my pussy.
"Since you did such a good job retrieving my paper ball earlier, I think you deserve a good game of fetch. Do you want to play fetch puppy dog hmmm?" He says sounding excited. I jump off of his lap barking my excitement and wagging my tail which causes the butt plug in my ass to move in just the right way to make my pussy drip.
"Let's go to the yard then." He says waking out of the room. I scamper behind him on four legs struggling to keep up with his quick two legged pace. He opens the door to the back yard, and I bolt out jumping off of the step ready to play. There was a time when I was nervous about playing in the back yard, but that time has long since pasted. With my master's gentle encouragement I can do anything. I role onto my back on the warm grass painting happy to be with him.
He takes my favorite hard plastic bone and wriggles it over his head taunting me slightly. I quickly roll over and lean down trusting my ass in the air so he will know I am ready to play. I bark and wag my tail waiting on him to throw the bone. He launches the bone into the air, and I chase after it. This is where I belong playing with my wonderful master. I bring it back to him in my mouth. I don't have to worry about slobbering on the bone or piercing it with my teeth. It is not delicate like a piece of paper. We have played many games of fetch with this bone, and it has hardly show any wear on it. He takes a seat on the steps, and a warm smile has covered his face as he patiently waits on me to return the bone to him.
"Good girl." He says taking the bone from my mouth and then rubbing my cheeks. He raises the bone again so I go to chase after it, but he fakes the next throw. I bark and wag my tail a bit more begging him to throw the bone. I rear back up on my hind legs and paw at the air wiggling my chest a little more than a normal dog would knowing that it would please my master. After begging a little more, he finally throws it. We continue a similar pattern of him throwing and me retrieving several more times, and I begin to get tired. I go to fetch the bone, but after I get the bone in my mouth I lay down and begin to chew on it. By now I am sweaty and panting, and I don't want to play fetch any more. My master walks over to me and stands over me as I chew.
"All tired out puppy dog?" He asks sitting down beside of me in the grass. A small bark makes its way past the bone, and he goes to take the bone away from me. I playfully growl and shake my head not letting him take my bone. He indulges me, and we play a bit of tug of war. My jaw gets tired, and I finally let go of the bone. He wiggles it in front of my face taunting me. I snap my jaws to try and snag the bone, but he keeps it just out of my reach.
