* Skippy’s Master *
by cowgirl
(With thanks to Musker for many
helpful changes and comments)
A woman feels embarrassed and angry she can’t control
a large dog she’s supposed to be looking after.
(F/dog, humil, F/F?, con.)
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I didn’t regret agreeing to house sit my friend house. I mean, it was a
beautiful old farm house sheltered by lots of lazy oaks, and a forth an acker
back yard, just outside the city limits. Very peaceful and quiet, just what I
was looking for.
I just didn’t know it came with a dog.
As I stared at the thing, he looked more like a fucking moose that a dog to me.
” But….I know nothing about dogs.” Cathrine was some animal expert friend of
Beth’s who was showing me around the place.
” Milly, it’s no sweat.” She said.
“Actually it’s mildred, but go on please…” I smiled plasticly.
” Okay, Just fill his dry food each morning and give him caned food and fresh
water each evening. ” As she spoke, I felt guilty for taking in Cathrinen’s
athletic body and percing hazel eyes, but I did my best to pretended to be
listening.