It was hard to go looking for a job. It was hard to go grocery shopping. It was hard to visit friends.
Hell, it was hard to do anything!
He couldn't take her anywhere with him, at least not yet. He had only brought her home a few days ago and some human tasks were proving quite difficult to teach her; Self restraint for one. He couldn't imagine taking her anywhere, even late at night, until she could control her mating urges to the point that she didn't begin to franticly rub on him every time she got a whiff of his sex.
Adding to that was her choice of clothing... or more accurately her lack of clothing. He had tried to dress her on several occasions but each time she began to scratch herself uncontrollably until the fabric was so ruined that it would fall off.
Then there was the begging, whining, and pouting. Every time he would try to do something without her, even things as simple as go to the bathroom, she would look at him with those big puppy dog eyes and he would begin to feel guilty even though he knew he wasn't doing anything wrong. He had thought this was cute when she over-reacted the first morning they were together but now this was getting ridiculous.
Today was a lazy Sunday. He had spent the last two hours reading the paper while she had spent that time blissfully napping with her head in his lap. These were the most relaxing two hours there had been since she arrived.
His mind was only partially focused on the paper. Most of his thoughts were on the sleeping puppy girl.
"You're upset, aren't you?"
She was so quiet and motionless he hadn't even realized she had woken up.
"Yeah but how can you tell?"
"You smell angry."
