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Frisky sat behind the tool shed. He could faintly hear everything Randy was saying but didn't care about a word of it, except for the fact that he might be taken away today.
Acting on instinct alone he neither cared about nor considered the consequences. He had food, shelter and felt loved. Why would he leave this?
"John!" Randy's voice echoed off of the back of the house walls. The word formed a knot in Frisky's gut. He had to get away.
Traversing as fast as he could on front paws and back paws not using his knees, he made good time across the wet grass. The shed concealed him even at a distance as he entered the thick greenery of the woods that surrounded the house and instantly became wet as if he had taken a shower. The last of the rain water dripped from the highest branches and leaves of the trees.
"John!" the man yelled that word. Frisky put just a little more distance between them fighting the chains being drug across the ground getting caught in the loose sticks. Having hands instead of locked mitts would have made untangling them easier.
Looking back Frisky shook off the chill of the cold moisture and decided that he was well hidden enough for the moment. The shed was barely in sight and if he kept his head low he wouldn't be seen. He had to get away from that word. He had to get away from everything that would ruin his happiness. So just a little further he crawled.
"God damnit!" Randy's voice brushed over the top of his head. It sounded like he was closer, yet still out of sight. Frisky moved slowly and as quietly as he could just a little deeper into the forestry. If he remembered correctly there was about two acres of forest brush between Randy and Valerie's marvelous home and the next marvelous home.
"Okay," Randy yelled. "Frisky then. Frisky, come here!"
Frisky perked up at his name, but his course had already been set although the chains and the sticks, vines and rocks had other plans. Constantly getting the chains caught he grew tired of dragging half the forest with him. It was time to rest.
"Come on, Frisky," the man pleaded into the wooded area somewhere off to Frisky's right. He was canvasing the area from his yard still. Flip-flops weren't the best hiking shoes.
A minute later Randy's voice came from down by the house. "Frisky!" he yelled. Then the voice was muffled enough it had come from the other side of the house. Randy had no clue where Frisky had shuffled off to.
With no cohesive plan to execute, Frisky's only goal was to survive and be happy. He would burn the daylight hours hiding until the threat of leaving had past.
As long moments passed he had settled himself down into the vine mesh on the Forrest floor. It was cold and wet. Mud had caked on his legs and arms, the shiny chrome of the chastity sheath and lock were all one ball of muck.
This was a good idea. Yes?
What rational part of his brain he decided to engage said 'no.' Happy and owned as he was Frisky had to admit to himself that he was not in any condition to survive long like this. He would inevitably have to let the humans take him into custody and do with him what they will. He assured himself it was fine because he did not want to be taken away.
"Frisky..!" Valerie's voice echoed off of the back of the house and off the trees around Frisky. Now she was looking for him as well.
"Right here," Randy said apparently showing Valerie where he last saw Frisky.
"And you just lost him?"
"I didn't lose him. He was just gone."
"Seriously? A guy chained down on all fours and naked just escapes from you? You should have used the leash."
"I'm not using a leash on him."
"Frisky!" she yelled much closer this time.
"I'm not feeding into his delusions."
"It's too late for that, Randy," she said. "Frisky!"
Frisky remained still, unmoving. He wasn't going to leave.
"Let's take the kids to breakfast," Randy said. "He'll come back when he's hungry. I've got a tee time at oh-one hundred."
"Go ahead, take them."
"And leave you?"
