I recall a night a couple weeks ago. We had some time to ourselves in the house, a rare treat this winter. She was putting together some leftovers from a big chicken dinner we made and asked if I wanted a plate. “Sure, that’d be great, thanks.”
“Okay, everything in it? ”
A few minutes later she called to me, as I sat at my computer doing something that probably wasn’t anything to do with youtube. Not I.
She put her plate down on the table and sat down.
“Is mine in the kitchen?” I asked.
“No, it’s right here.”
“Ummmm….” I looked at her, puzzled. She looked down at the floor. I looked down at the floor. I saw the bowl. I smiled. She smiled.
“You’re overdressed, pup.” I stripped, knelt on the floor next to her and waited.
“Okay, pup. Good for you, remembering your manners. It’s been a while since you ate like a proper dog.” I ate, tasting all of the expected items. Chicken, gravy, stuffing, some cranberry sauce and… wait a second. What was this? What are these little brown nubbie things in the bowl??? Was it? I picked one up and crunched it. She reached her hand to my head as she heard me crunching on the kibble she had added to my dish. There were a few pieces in there, maybe a dozen or so, but definitely enough to be noticed and to be a significant enough part of the meal. I’m not sure if she noticed that my cock swelled as I figured it out, as I crunched on the first few, as she pet my head and I ate the dog food she had placed before me.
I cleaned it all up, licking the bowl, she brought me some water to drink from another bowl and then she took me to the bedroom for some other activities she might have a dog perform… some special tricks she has me do for her.