I bought a small swing set for the dog. Yes, you read that right. I’ve seen toys that loop up over tree branches so dogs can tug on them. We don’t have any trees. I found a smaller version of that designed to go over a door in the house. Our psycho dog would probably break through the door. I decided a small swing set would be perfect to hang this bungee with a toy on the end. I set it up after work.
It wasn’t so bad to put together. It was driving the stakes into the ground to keep it from moving that killed me. As we know from the dog excavating and then bringing stones into the house, we have a lot of rocks in the yard. I hit one with every stake. To make matters worse, the dog would stick her head in between the hammer and the stake from time to time. I told you she was psycho. Anyway, I finally got it done, by then I was not in the mood to make dinner. I tossed a frozen lasagna into the oven.
I doubted we were going to do anything sexual last night anyway. It was the day after orgasm, and Lion usually isn’t ready for play just yet. Of course, he’ll probably say he was ready. It didn’t matter because when I got up to do the dishes, I was hit by a wave of nausea. I have no idea why. It’s been happening from time to time lately. It’s weird. But I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.
Tonight, I’ll bring out the massage table and get ready for some anal play. Will his front get any attention tonight? I don’t know. Technically, I agreed to play with him every other night. Anal play is play. I’m not legally obligated to do any more than stick something up his ass. I probably will. His “poor Lion” face is too hard to resist.
In other news, when I was giving him his blow job the other night, I noticed he’s gotten somewhat furry. I’ll have to take care of that this weekend. Rip those hairs right out so they can’t tickle my nose. Plus, he’s got some long ones on his balls. I guess I’ll find out how bad it is on his rear tonight.
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