I awoke the next morning and did my usual morning routine, after which I lifted my leg and peed on my piss tree and then crawled to the porch to see if she fed me or if I must wait until suppertime. The bowls were empty, except for the key to the lock on my collar and a note from Gretchen.
"Go inside and take a shower. Use the master bedroom. You will also find your clothes waiting for you on the bed. Get dressed and wait for me in the living room."
My legs were shaking as I entered the house. I realized that I hadn't stood in nearly three months. I was pleasantly surprised when I entered the girls' room. Gretch had turned it back into a traditional married couple's bedroom; complete with a king sized bed. I checked the closet and found not only my clothes but hers, as well.
I felt like a new man as I sat on the floor and waited. Gretch's orders did not include sitting on the furniture, so I waited, wondering what she had in mind. She soon opened the door of the vault and came in the living room with a pleasant morning greeting and a soft kiss on the lips.
"We've got a very busy day ahead of us, but first I want to show you something. Come out to the backyard with me."
So we stood in the middle of the yard and I waited for her to tell me what was going on. She produced a device that looked very much like a TV remote control. She pointed it at my doghouse and the entire structure began to move. With a grating noise, the doghouse turned until the back was facing the front. To my amazement, the doghouse was now a very well built storage shed!
"Before you thank me, I want you to see this." She pointed the device at the structure and we watched it rotate again until it was a doghouse once more.
"Keep this in mind," she said. This is all it takes to turn the storage shed back into your doghouse. I can put you back here anytime I please. It might be a punishment, or I may just want to play with my little pet. Now, we're going downtown for breakfast.
"We have much to do and you will need specific instructions." She returned the doghouse to facing the back corner and said, "Let's go; I'll drive."
We did a little shopping before a wonderful lunch at a little bistro. Throughout the day, nothing was mentioned about the events of the past summer. It was nice. I loved our new relationship, but I was hoping that Gretch apparently didn't see this as a 24/7 arrangement. She dropped a bomb, however, and it was a big one!
"You'll never guess whose birthday it is today," she said over coffee. My ignorance must have shown on my face as she continued.
"It's Dan Reynolds' day to be the birthday boy."
"Wonderful," I said sarcastically and chanced a question. "Where is it going to be held; in the vault?" I expected a scolding but got a sly look from Gretchen.
"Nope, they're throwing it in the yard." She meant the office and lot of the family's construction company. I was irritated, because everyone knows what a dirt bag bully Danny is and I couldn't believe they were doing this, and I told her so.
"I should explain," she said. "It's a surprise party, and it's being covertly thrown by Dan's former wife and her two sisters. Dan is apparently way behind with his child support payments.
"Everyone else thinks it will be the usual bratwurst and beer with Grandpa's Um-pah band and polka dancing followed with cake, presents, and the Birthday Song. You know, just the usual routine.