Madness; Morning And Midnight ....!

 Well, alright; I say 'Morning'. But, time I get up? It's afternoon. Yeppers. But; Never let a small detail get in the way of a good heading! Now then .....

 So; Orange Dog lets me know she's ready to get up, simply by sliding out of my arms, wandering about the room a bit, then scrubbing her eyes on the bed.

 This, somehow, communicates to le Ding. I say " Somehow " like it's some big fucking mystery, of course. But, Dingo obviously just recognises The Sausage's morning ritual as well as anyone.

 And that's where all hell breaks loose. le Ding starts bouncing on and off and all over the bed. I tend to lay there; Holding my breath ~ to protect my stomach. And silently praying ~ to protect my balls!

(It's considered Bad Play to cup ones self at this time. The idea is to lay there, in stark terror, hoping to god that one almighty paw doesn't come crashing down on ones nuts)

 And now, just to add some zest to the proceedings? I've started molesting le Ding, even as he tramples me in my own bed.

 Always been a funny one, our Dingo Dog. Rescued from a bucket of water situation, as a pup. Then passed to a rank cunt, by innocent mistake. Those that remember the talk of the time will have an idea what this poor sod might have gone through.

 Anyway, he's with me now ~ Thanks to " Valentino " and the smashing lad who fetched him over here for us ~ whose name my encroaching senility has washed away. He's a happy Dog.

He Has His Job

 

 But, he's still a touchy fucker. Doesn't like to be touched too much. So much so that I'd certainly let no stranger pet him. Well, come to that? I don't let anyone the fuck near him. Just less risky that way.

But; He Sleeps On My Bed!

  

  And, in the mornings, I grab his legs! Savage craic! :D There he is, storming all over me and whimpering with excitement. There's me, holding my breath. Grinning like a cunt. And laying firm grips on his hocks! (Grabbing him by the ankles).

  Idea is to grab him just firmly enough that he realises he's grabbed. Then, to let go and get ye hand the fuck out of there, just as his teeth arrive. Tormenting him / Getting bitten isn't an option.

 Why do this? Fuck knows! Ye won't find this craic in any 'Manual of Doggy Basic Obedience ". But then, nor will ye find many lunatics like le Ding curled up on my bed in the morning.

  le Ding exudes character; Any way ye wanna look at it. But, believe me, if he looks at you. like this ....?

 You Dare ....!!!

 
 That's really the time to keep the fuck away from le Dingo Dog.  Trust me on this. I know.


 Dog's a nutter. He came to me from a fractured background. I'm happy to say I've now moulded him into the complete and utter fucking lunatic that he is! And I love him to bits ~ just as he loves me.


 Tonight's 'Adventure' ? I'll tell ye about that the next time I'm in the mood for it. I've wrote, and you've read, enough now.

 But, it starts with le Ding ~ and ends well ;-)