Walter Wimple, was a loser. He was born unlucky, and it only got worse as the years went by or so it seemed to him. He was small, thin hair, no muscles and no backbone. People walked all over Walter all the time. He especially had a terrible time each Valentine’s Day. It seemed like something terrible always happened.
When he was four his dog died on Valentines Day. When he was eight his mother died on the same day. When he was sixteen he was up to his balls in Lucy Watts, the next door neighbor, when her husband opened the bedroom door. When he was twenty-three he married Lucille. That turned out to be the unkindest thing that ever happened to him on Valentines Day. Two years later she left him and took all his money, his car, his house and his daughter. All in all the safest place for him it seemed on Valentines, day was home in bed alone.
That was his plan for the day and he carefully explained himself to his Dad and his older brother. No more surprises for Walter. He would stay in bed until the next day when it was safe to get up. Little did Walter know in his bed was the worst place for him to be this year. The fates are not to be denied and they already had a surprise for this years Valentines Day for our dear Walter. At precisely six o’clock that night a Marine helicopter crashed into their home. Walter being the only one there he was crushed to death by the falling roof.
Walter was not happy. When he got to St Peter, he explained it was a terrible thing to do to a fella especially on the holiday of lovers. He begged for another chance at life this time with a little more love and happiness if you please. St Peter agreed and sent him back to earth as a dog. A large chocolate brown well-groomed stud poodle belonging to a lovely young woman named Melissa Rivers.
He found himself thrust into the poodle’s body just as he was completing the act of impregnating a bitch poodle named Lucille. He noticed right away he was having much more fun as a dog, then he had ever had fucking his wife of the same name. Not a bad way to start a new life humping a willing female and she was a cutie white with hair that smelled like summer sun and she was happily humping back as he tied with her.
Finished they both laid down to rest. It was then he learned his new name was Pierre, but that his Mistress called him Pete, as she called out to him what a marvelous wonderful fucking animal he was. Pete was quite proud of himself as he fell asleep.
An hour later when he was free of the bitch he licked himself clean and went looking for something to eat as he was hungry. Waiting for him was his Melissa. She kissed and hugged him, before she sat him down in front of a beautiful well done tenderloin cut into small bits, a bowl of fancy bottled water, and two chocolate dog biscuits.
He sighed as he started to eat and thought, “This ain’t bad”
Finished with his snack he was leashed up and they went out to her SUV where he was placed in a large well padded cage and told to rest they were on the way home.
Once home he found he had a room to himself, several servants who would walk him, play with him, or fetch him snacks whenever he seemed like he wanted anything. No one had ever treated him this good when he was a man. No wonder they said a dog’s life was so good.
