i had just gotten off of work and it was a brisk sunny afternoon. it was kind of perfect like how you should describe a nice day to be. the wind playing with the chimes and making them sing so soundly, the sun was out a couple hours before sunset, and the hummingbirds danced a chorus along the blooming flowers in the yard. the neighbors played outside and laughed while i fumbled through my keys and had trouble with the lock on my door as usual, but as the door swung open, there was the dog. laid down and looking up then stretching. he stretches like a cat where his arms are pressed out forward with his neck down and his bottom pointing up creating that arch along his back. i put down my out of the house gear consisting of the cash, keys and cards.
the dog wanted to play and i tickled him. i know he's happy when his tail is wagging. so i keep it going. it's in my nature to make things happy. i'm just a good guy. all of a sudden he rolls over onto his back saying, " oh yeah, that's the spot." you know, how dogs talk. then the dog has a hard on. i continue to scratch him questioning myself. is this wrong? should i stop? maybe i'm reading it all wrong. the dog is getting aroused. wow. i'm not the dogs lover. not that kind of way. and it's kind of gross. he is totally wanting a hand job. so i just stop and opt out to giving him a treat. though, dogs do need some lovin'.
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