By Pup Shaggy
I was at my ‘favourite’ spot; lying down in my pup basket besides Alex’s armchair, and padlocked to stay that way. Only I’d actually settled down here willingly… at first… alright, so how the hell was I supposed to resist Alex and his knee high biker boots? He’d told me sit and stay… which I had… but the second I spotted those harness boots, I leapt out of the basket with such vigour you’d think I’d have been shocked with electricity.
And thus, I got dragged back and locked this way… again… blindfolded too… again… Not that there was much I could see from this position anyway. And then he’d left me like that to think. He hadn’t scolded me come to think on it but being stuck here was enough to drive me mad. I heard a clock ticking somewhere, but I’d lost count ages ago. I’d counted so many minutes on that damn thing the sound alone started annoying me… like an alarm at 3 in the morning waking you up, reminding you to get ready for work. The ticking of this clock reminded me every second to be patient and wait. But I couldn’t.
It was a couple hours since I heard the front door close. For a good few minutes I thought he was just playing a game; in that he was actually just sitting on the sofa watching me. Enjoying my discomfort; watching me sweating and shuffling trying to be quiet. But then I heard his bike outside roar away and it dawned on me that I was alone. To be fair, it could have been someone else’s bike, and he could still be in the room watching me… But when I’d started grunting and groaning, struggling as much as I could and I’d have thought he would have at least chuckled or laughed… or something.
