Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
It didn’t matter if I was playing with my friends or if Zack was in the room or not; I belonged to him. He was my Master and I would always follow his wishes and commands. He was the best Master I could ever imagine, and I was blessed beyond measure to be his.
I nuzzled my snout into the crook of his neck and he ran his hands up and down my back. “That’s my good boy." Master kissed the tip of my nose and patted my bottom before standing upright again. "I'll take you out to our friends."
He tapped his thigh, signaling for me to follow, and I stayed right on his heels as he led me out of the bedroom into the hall.
Ollie was waiting for us there, and clapped his hands wildly when he saw me. "Lucky! Oh, I've missed you, boy! Are you ready to play?" He dropped to his knees and patted my head. Usually, no one would be allowed to touch me without Master's permission, but Ollie and Frankie were the exceptions; they were pure.
"He's ready," Master answered for me. "I'm going to go work on dinner. Can you take very good care of my boy?"
"I promise," Ollie answered with an eager nod. "Do you have any treats that I can give him?"
"I'm not sure he should have treats; we're going to eat our meal soon."
Ollie clasped his fingers together and asked, "Please?" while he batted his eyelashes and Master sighed as he melted.
"Okay, but just a few."
"Yay!"
Master retrieved a bag of gummy bears from his pocket and poured a few into Ollie's palm. Then he stroked his hand over my head and told me, "Be a good boy, Lucky."
"Yip! Yip!" was my promise, and I received another head pat before Master headed towards the front door to get the food from his car.
"Come on, Lucky," Ollie urged, "Let's go play!"
I followed him into the living room, where Frankie was waiting on his knees on the floor, and Shawn and Holden were on the sofa. Being Daddies/Doms themselves, they knew to keep their distance from me out of respect for everyone. Ollie's cat Sprinkles was in the room as well, but as soon as he saw me in pup mode, he ran away to hide.
Ollie grabbed a box of toys from beneath the coffee table. He kept them for when I came to play. “Hmm, what should we do first?” he asked as he rummaged through the pieces.
Frankie reached into the box and pulled out a ball. “Want to play fetch?”
“Yip! Yip!”
“Okay, Lucky,” he said, lifting the bright red orb over his head. “Go get it!” Frankie tossed the ball to the other side of the room and I dashed off to retrieve it, feeling my paws slap against the carpet and my tail bob behind me.
I opened my mouth wide and gripped the ball between my teeth, making sure I had a tight hold before rushing back to my friends. They cheered me on and my heart was racing by the time I got back to them. They looked so happy and proud of me; I loved making them proud.
“Good boy!” Ollie said, giving me a head pat. I dropped the ball to the floor and Ollie giggled when I nuzzled my snout against his hand, sniffing for the treats I knew he held. “Yes, you definitely deserve a treat for bringing the ball back.” He plucked one orange gummy bear from his palm and held it out to me. “Here you go.”
I snatched it out of his hand and gobbled it down quickly. The orange ones weren’t my favorite, but they were very yummy.
“Let’s see if you can get this one!” Frankie said, lifting the ball once more. He threw it even further this time, and I took off on all fours.
Again and again, my friends tossed the ball and I ran after it. I always found it, even when it slipped under the couch and I had to use my paw to dig it out. Ollie was extra impressed with that move, and I got two treats!
Everyone (including Shawn and Holden) cheered me on as I ran. Their encouragement made me go faster, wanting to return in record time to impress them. I knew that Master could hear their praise from the kitchen, and I wanted to make him proud too, even if he couldn't see me.
“You’ve only got one treat left,” Ollie told me, and his expression drooped when I whimpered. “I know, but your Master said you could only have a few before dinner.” I huffed, making Shawn laugh from the sofa. He liked it when anyone got a little sassy.
“But it’s a pineapple one,” Ollie said, showing me the little clear bear in his hand. “I know they’re your favorite.”