Heal My Heart

T w e n t y - N i n e : P u p p y

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Christoph stayed for a long while.

He told me that he gone to a college--a school that normally only Doms went to. He said he loved teaching and said that there was no one in the world who couldn't learn. Even me with all my problems.

He also saw my stickers and said he thought it was a really good idea. I liked Christoph. He was nice. When he left I started my inside chores. I had to clean the litter box which I thought was really yucky but Scott said since Cheddar Cheese was my cat I had to clean up after him.

After the litter box was clean I had to go around and take care of all the trash in the upstairs and pile them by the trash can in the kitchen. Then I had to pick up all my toys and make my bed. After that was done I had to rinse all the dishes set them on the side of the sink for Scott to put in the dishwasher. I had to wash all the silverware and plastic cups though. Before Scott had me washing the dishes myself but the soap made them slippery and I broke a lot of them and cut my finger.

Scott decided I can only clean non breakable things.

I was drying my hands when Scott came in. "Christoph said he can't wait to work with you and that you were very well behaved."

I smiled. "Thank you."

"No, thank you. Did you finish your inside chores?"

I nodded my head and pointed to the trash and the sink. "And I did the other stuff too. Now outside stuff right?"

"That's right. Then you can have the rest of the day to yourself."

"And a sticker?"

"And a sticker."

***

I collapsed on the couch with a groan.

Scott just chuckled. "It wasn't that hard Puppy."

"No but it was gross." I argued.

"Everyone and everything poops Puppy. Like it or not. And the horses can't just stand it. Would you like to stand in your own waste?"

I just stuck my tongue out. "Puppy," he began using his warning voice.

I hugged sitting up. "Fine. I'm sorry. Can I put my sticker on now?"

"You may. You didn't pretty good outside. I'm proud of you."

He went to the drawer and pulled out the sheet. I spent time looking it over. Did I want the kitty or the ladybug? Scott always picked out the shiny stars but I thought they were boring.

I peeled off the lady bug and stood on my tip-toes to stick it beside the smiling grasshopper from yesterday. "How many is that?" I asked excitedly.

"What was it yesterday?"

"Eight," I replied after a moment of thinking.

"Good. What comes after eight?"

"Ten?" I asked hopefully.

"Try again."

"Nine," I retired with a sigh.

I had hoped Scott would believe it was ten but he knew his numbers too well. "Good boy. You'll be able to pick out your activity soon."

"I don't think I like shoveling poop." I told Scott. "Maybe I can do a new job?"

"Nope. That's the job that we together at the end of the day."

I groaned. "Can I go to my room?"

I could see disappointment on his face and he nodded his head. "Do you need help washing your hands then?"

"Yes please!" I replied enthusiastically.

Scott smiled and nodded his head. "Come on then."

At the sink he pumped the strawberry soap into my hands and scrubbed them between his own.

It was my favorite way to have my hands washed. "Alright." He pulled back and dried them on the hand towel. "All clean."

"Thank you!" I went to kiss his mouth but he turned his face so I kissed his cheek instead.

"Go ahead and play," he granted getting up.

I went gladly to my room. We'd gotten new toys including new additions to my stuffed animal family. The alligator had come home with me and I named him Plum. Just last week I'd seen a stuffed Panda.

It scared me a little because it looked just like Dave.

But it wasn't Dave...Dave was gone. When I asked Scott about it he'd brushed it off saying it was Dave.

It wasn't sure. I'd watched Connor throw him away all covered in my vomit. This Dave was all clean with a tag on his ear.

Maybe he wasn't Dave but Dave's brother? I just pulled him out of the bag and sat on the bed, turning him over. I stroked his soft fur with a smile. I ended up putting to the side as I got out the train set.

I put the cars together and laid out the track. I set up the station and the little wooden trees. I put the conductor in front and the people in the cars. I went to the door and called for Scott.

I liked when he played with me.

He came in and sat down. He pushed the train a bit but mostly just looked at me. I didn't mind--I liked him being here. He left for a little while and came back with his buttered noodles. He let me have some but told me it was his dinner not mine which I thought was kind of mean but he helped me do my safari puzzle so I forgave him.

"It's almost eight thirty buddy," he told me after looking at his phone. "Do you want to come with me or get on your pjs?"

"Uhm...jammies!" I decided excitedly.

I liked being in my room. Scott let me act as immaturely as I'd like. He nodded his head and I went to the closet picking out my horse footie pajamas. They were new but I had begged Scott for them--after all the horse looked just like the one Scott had!

He sighed a bit but took them down. He helped me get dressed, zipping me up and buttoning the top so the zipper tab was hidden. "Thank you!" I threw my arms around his neck.

He chuckled. "Into bed now. You brushed your teeth right?"

I nodded my head and blew minty breath in his face. He laughed and tucked me into the bed. He piled my stuffies all around me. "So you took Dave Jr. out of his bag huh?"

"Dave Jr.?" I looked at the panda. "That's it! You're so smart."

Scott smiled. "I'm glad to have helped. Good night buddy. I love you."

I hugged Dave Jr. to my chest. "Good night Daddy."

QOTC: Uhm... 😳 I kinda don't know how it happened but it did. Like... Hm. 😧