4
After a nice warm bath, not too hot now since it was a hot day as it was, Ashley stepped out the back door and locked it behind her. She was wearing shorts that showed off her shapely legs. A skimpy red top drew attention to her ample breast size.
"Where're you going?" John asked from his backyard prison.
Ashley turned her attention by pulling her sunglasses down to look over the top rims. John sat a lone figure on all fours in the only shade available within the reach of the chain leash. "I've got to get some groceries. I've got absolutely nothing to eat here." A slim finger slipped her sunglasses back up her nose into proper position as she looked back to her car.
"Well, what about me," he raised his metal mitted front paws and pulled at the leash with his collar.
"Oh, I'll get you something to eat too," she giggled. Her smile gleamed in the shade of the car port.
"No, I mean leaving me here," John said. He pulled harder on the leash. "Can't I go?"
"Nope." She turned to open the car door.
"Can I stay in the house while you're gone?"
"I can't leave a dog in my sister's house unattended. That's what the leash is for."
"But what about water? I've been out here since we arrived and I have no water!"
Ashley gave this some consideration and walked out back to him. "Okay, I'll get you some water." After a quick search in the sun baked back yard she found the dog's water bowl half buried under the wooden stairs up to the house. It was a metal pot her sister had used one time for her dog to eat and drink out of when they came to stay in their vacation home. It had been the dog's bowl ever since.
Ashley pounded on it with her hand to get the accumulation of crud out of it. Then she put it under the outdoor faucet on the house and filled it up. The flow of water sounded so good to John. She set the metal pot down just inside the circle the leash would allow him to reach.
"There you go, puppy."
"Umm, Ash--I mean Master--did you really not bring the keys to these mitts and chains?"
"No, puppy, I didn't." She stood up and looked down at him. "What's the matter, doggie? Are you getting tired of being on all fours?"
"Well, yea...it's been at least eight hours now..."
"Ten and a half," she said. She pat his head with the palm of her hand. "But who's counting? Only two more days to go after this one."
"Me and my bright ideas."
"Yep..." Ashley began to walk back to the comfort of the shade under the car port. "Besides, don't you think I would have unchained you by now if I did have the keys? A flat tire...no water...no hot water..."
She opened the car door and before driving off said, "Bye puppy. Be good."
The sun dropped fast. It cooled off quickly. The reddish sunset kept the landscape well lit for an extra hour. John spent his time avoiding eye contact with the neighbor lady who kept peering out her back window at him. He was sure she wasn't surprised by his dog-like appearance. There had been some pretty wild parties at this house many times.
If John had his cell phone with him, he would call Ashley to find out what was taking her so long. It was then he realized he would be unable to use it. Hell, he couldn't even unhook the chain leash from his collar with his hands locked in metal mitts. He was powerless. He was truly in the state of dog-hood.
He didn't know why Ashley had locked him on this chain outside to draw attention from the neighbors. He wondered if Ashley always thought things through sometimes. At this point it was out of his control.
