In love with a human

by

Silverwolf ©



In love with a human

She lay in their bed, the satin sheets covered with her fine black hairs. Still feeling the glow of love and the warmth of him in the covers she gave a contented sigh. Listening to his sounds in the shower, she thought about that rude bulldog they had met in the park yesterday. He’d wanted attention from her, stuffing his blunt nose under her tail till she snapped at his flanks. “Leave me alone,” she’d snarled. He growled and tried to mount her. She responded by biting his pushed-in snout, yapping "Go away or I’ll hurt you”. “Bitch,” he snapped, “You’re ripe, what’s the problem?” “I belong to that man over by the water, jerk”, she replied. “So, I’m with the old guy talkin’ to himself.” Pug-face answered, “so what?” “I’m with him,” she stressed with through clenched teeth, “ Now go away!” “Oh, one of those,” he sneered,” Don’t you know humans are only here to feed and walk us, they don’t deserve more than our letting them scratch our ear once in a while.” “I love him,” she stated, ”Please go and leave me be!” “Love,” he laughed, “You’re a fool. What’s to love in a human?” He kept chuckling as he ambled over to a group of canines playing tag on the grass. She heard them yipping and laughing, and knew they were talking about her.

Walking past them confirmed it. The beagle and cocker went quiet, staring as she slipped by. She’d played with them the week before, but doubted she would again. The poodles, snobs anyhow with their puffed tails and perfumed coats, taunted her. “In love with a human.” They laughed. “Who’d want to lay with a smelly man?” “She probably thinks she’s a human.” “Well, that’s what you get with a stray, dear. She’s probably one of those in-bred mutts.” “With her looks a humans all she could get,” the rejected bulldog threw in.

Their jeers bringing tears to her eyes, she started running toward her man. The big red Dane came over, barking at the others to shut up. He loped over to her, putting his massive head against her shoulder to slow and comfort her. ”Ignore those poodle bitches,” his deep bark showing his age, “ They ain’t so pure. I seen em both givin it to the mange ridden stray shepherd last week.” “ Weren’t any good either, from what he told me later.” He chuckled. That made her laugh, and she thanked the old timer with a friendly yap. The Dane was well respected by all the dogs in the park, rumored to be the oldest dog in town, and his bark was law here. She was glad he’d interfered, they’d at least not taunt her now for fear of angering him. They yapped about the weather, the town dogs, and ever-changing strays, his easy drawl making her less upset. It wasn’t till they were parting company that he asked her,” Why do you love him?” real curiosity in his eyes.

She hadn’t answered him, unsure how. She thought about answers now, hoping to understand herself. She knew how he made her feel, but how to explain it to the Dane? Could she put in words the way her heart skipped hearing his voice? How his gentle touch, so unlike any “master” she’d had, made her flesh tingle. Her pulse raced from his kisses, so long and lingering. His smell and taste filled her senses, forcing adrenaline to her brain. And the “other” kisses, they made her tremble just remembering. Or when she’d give her flesh to his, he’d fill her, slowly bringing her out over and over again. Panting, she jumped off the bed. Running into the bath, she scratched at the glass shower door till he opened it to let her leap in.

“Hello sexy.” His blue eyes sparkled at her. Stretching to kiss him, she decided why didn’t matter. She loved him, human or not!


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