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Our kids would beg for a dog and I'd say " it's a dog or me, your choice!" First off, I thought I was allergic to dogs, and second, I thought of a dog as just another thing I'd need to take care of. I was actually 'anti dog.' If you brought your dog to our house it had to stay outside. I didn't know the names of my friends dogs. Dogs simply didn't matter at all to me. So when I had my 'dog awakening' it was a pretty huge life change.
It all began with Ike, the German Shepherd - Rottweiler my musician daughter Sonya 'dog shared' in Brooklyn. Ike was her neighbor's dog. Sonya began jogging and dog sitting Ike and after the neighbor had a baby and moved across town, Ike began to live with Sonya part time. The first time Sonya brought Ike home it was love at first sight. And I had no allergic reaction. So began my new life as a dog person , and the 8 month hunt for OUR dog.
Me and Ike on The Great Island, Cape Cod.
I really wanted a German Shepherd. Actually I really just wanted another Ike! We came close with a one year old GSD that we went to meet at an apartment in Springfield, MA. He was kept in a bedroom where the whole wooden door was destroyed from him scratching at it. The owners had to find a new home for him because he barked all day while they were gone. It was tragic all the way around. For the owners who loved him, and for the dog who should not have been cooped up all day. I thought our 50 acres in the country would be perfect! They brought him for a visit and I saw that my husband Peter and son Max really liked this wild teenager of a dog - but he made me really nervous. The owners left and never called us back. I was relieved. I knew he was too much dog for me.
In the meantime, I was getting to know my friends dogs and learn their names. I started dog sitting our neighbors dog Lexi. I like to call Lexi my 'starter dog'. I used to jog by their house and stop to pet Lexi if she was outside. I loved how she became so excited to see me! When I realized they were moving in a few months to be closer to work so they'd not have to leave her for 8 hrs at a time, I offered to pick her up on my morning jog and keep her until they came home. For free! This was great for all of us! I loved jogging with her and having her in my studio at my feet. I was sad on the weekends when I didn't have her.
Lexi, Max, Me. Ike and Sonya on a hike for Peter's birthday. Ike would be gone about one month later.
Life as a 'dog person' was a whole new way of being in the world. I stopped to pet dogs and talk with the owners. I also spent a lot of time on Petfinder and making visits to shelters looking for 'our' dog.
In November of 2012, Ike suddenly died. It was such a traumatic experience for Sonya. Getting someone to help her carry this over 100 lb dog into a cab, having to put him down, bringing him home and keeping him on ice in her bathtub for a day until the owner flew back from a trip. They drove Ike upstate to have a ceremony and burial for this magnificent beast who was beloved by so many people. I get teary just writing these words! I was blindsided and very surprised by the grief I felt at Ike's death. I've lost both parents to cancer, and many friends to Aids. I was shocked that this grief felt similar to the human grief I knew too well. And Ike wasn't even my dog! Part of it was feeling Sonya's grief, and part of it was my own, as I had formed a bond with Ike. I once drove two hours EACH way to pick Ike up while Sonya was on tour so I could have him to myself for 3 days. Sonya walked the streets of NYC with Ike off leash and took him everywhere. Ike was her protector.
Me and Charlie. He's not sad OR scared. It's just his face.
Soon after Ike's death we went to The Simon Foundation about 1 1/2 hours away. You had to fill out an application and give references to come to this shelter. They brought dogs they thought could be right for us into a private room, sparing us the tortuous 'kennel/cages walk'. I was drawn to one dog, and Peter and Max liked another. We couldn't make a decision so they suggested we leave and think about it. The next day Peter said, "I keep thinking about that dog Hunter, and I could imagine him in our life." And Peter didn't even want a dog! He was going along with it for me. Hunter was nothing like the dog I'd imagined, but I went back two days later when they re opened with my friend Ann, a highly qualified, long time dog person. I needed a pro along with me for this huge decision. I asked the universe to give me a sign that this dog 'Hunter' was the one for us. When they brought Hunter out and he lovingly bonded with Ann she looked up and me and said " Gaaaaaaayle... he's perfect!" I went to the counter and asked to see the paperwork and... that's when I got my sign from the universe. His birthday (totally random of course as he was a rescue from the south) was October 17. PETER'S birthday.
Max wanted to name him Dante. I agreed, but after after a few days I said he doesn't seem like a Dante. He feels like a Charlie. This was five years ago, Dec. 5 2012. Lexi's family moved the NEXT day. I had one day with both dogs. Talk about perfect timing!
Charlie has kinda become my muse. I paint Charlie as often as I can. He's learned how to pose really well for photos. Sometimes he looks regal, other times he looks really sad. He's always very patient with me. This past Halloween I painted Charlie as SLD - Super Lover Dog.
We have a seasonal 'glamping' Airbnb and one of the big perks is people can bring their dogs. We've met some wonderful people and Charlie gets to hang out with some really great dogs. While I'm pretty sure Charlie loves me BEST, he actually 'loves up' anyone who wants/needs it. It's not uncommon for a guest to say how snuggling and walking with Charlie was one of the best parts of their time at our Pondhouse. Guests routinely talk Charlie up in our reviews. "Gayle and Peter couldn't have been better hosts but the real rockstar of our stay was Charlie, a truly amazing and unique dog who really made it hard for us to leave ."
Kids adore him and no matter what any small child does to him he is always very gentle. This little girl was giving him a 'massage.' It's a whole other ball game when he's on the hunt for anything with fur in the woods. He once even tree'd a small bear.
Once in a while he helps make my social media posts a bit more interesting. The caption for this read something like Charlie is exhausted after reading BOTH issues of RESIST!
I am commissioned fairly often to paint dogs that have died. I feel a special connection to these dogs when I paint them. I imagine their eyes looking lovingly into their owners eyes. I 'ask' the dog to help me to catch their spirit. Seems to work!
I cannot imagine life without Charlie and I just hope the inevitable is not for MANY years! And now I cannot imagine life without a dog. That unbridled happiness and unconditional love? I never want to be without that again. I firmly believe having a dog makes me a happier, healthier, kinder, and in general nicer person. Peter and I laugh more because of Charlie. Around the same time we got Charlie, I started buying and not killing plants. And I became vegan. So, now I am a vegan, dog loving person who is able to keep plants alive. Who knows what else could happen? Anything is possible.
Sonya and Ike - Ashfield Lake. 'Swimming'
This story is lovingly dedicated to Ike and Sonya for turning me into a dog person.
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Sandy was the supreme bitch. She ran her household with an
iron fist, and her husband's sex life with an iron snatch. Little
did she know that she would soon be treated like the bitch she was.
Sandy was 34 years old, and came from the most strict bible belt
upbringing. A virgin till the day she married, she might as well still
be, for Tom's sake. When Tom and her got married, she immediately took
over all financial, social, and sexual activities, leaving Tom a quivering
mass of his formal malehood. "Yes dear. No dear. You're right dear."
He was basicly just a servant who left to work, came home to do his wife's
bidding, and wack off in the bathroom.
When they got married, all sex was immediately controlled by Sandy.
Becuase of her strict upbringing, she only believed in having sex for children.
Anything else was a sin. Period. Consequently they had two children, a
It was a shame too. She was a beautiful creature on the outside.
Standing 5'4" tall with long curly dark blond hair, dark green eyes, and
the most lucious lips. Her figure was beautiful, apparently unaffecteed by
her motherhood, being 38D-23-37. Her body was made for loving. Her mind
on the other hand was made for......being a bitch. She would fit in well
as a cross between Saddam Hussein and your average Southern Bible belt
Preacher. If something didn't meet the "pure" standards in which she was
Tom was quite successful in his engineering job, so they had a
big house in the suburbs. Two stories high, big garage, inground swimming
pool, large backyard with a tall wooden fence surrounding it.
The kids were gone for the summer, attending a summerlong bible
retreat. Guess who's doing that was.....
Tom thought he'd be nice, and since his wife was lonely, get
her a companion. He stopped by the Humane Society pound to try and find
a dog that was somewhat cheap in price (considering his allowance was tight
as it was). He finally decided on a big mut mix that was mostly doberman
deciding that the big dog would be good for security too. The dog immediately
took to Tom, licking his hand, wagging his tail, and being overly friendly.
Obviously the dog was happy to be leaving as he pounced around and
strained at the leash while Tom led him out to the car. The drive home was
racking and at the same time happy for Tom, as the dog kept licking Tom's face
and jumping around the car. The dog was bringing a joy and happyness long
missing in Tom's life. Tom remembered a neighbor's dog he used to play with
as a kid, and decided to name this one after it. Randi.
Tom pulled into the driveway, and opened the door to his car. Randi
went bounding out, happy as could be. Tom went up his walk, opened the front
door and let Randi and himself in. Randi was jumping all around Tom playfully,
and Tom was fully enjoying the attention. Suddenly Randi stopped and his
head quickly snapped to the side with a serious look on his face.
Tom turned and was faced with Sandy's normally beautiful face...now
fully contorted. Her face bright red, her eyes bugging out.
"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT BEAST DOING IN HERE?!?!"
"I....I just brought him home to keep you company. With me being
"I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE A FILTHY BEAST STAYING IN THOSE HOUSE! HOW
"NO! YOU DIDN'T THINK! THAT'S YOU'RE PROBLEM! YOU'RE STUPID! AND
HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME YELL LIKE THIS!"
Randi has been sitting there next to Tom, panting slightly, and
staring at Sandy. Slowly, in the excitement, his dog cock had started to
grow and unsheath itself. It's pinkness slowly started to emerge from
it's hairy sheath, a glint of wetness to it to give it a slimy appearance.
Sandy looked down. Sandy looked up. Sandy turned a two shades
"AGGHHHH!!! TOM! GET THAT FOUL SINFULL BEAST OUT OF THIS HOUSE!
IT SHOULD BE DESTROYED IMMEDIATELY! I WANT IT TAKEN BACK WHERE YOU GOT IT
"But honey, they'll destroy him, and...."
"HE SHOULD BE DESTOYED!!! HE'S SINFUL AND SHOULD GO TO HELL WITH
Sandy went to slap Tom for talking back. Randi instinctively bared
his fangs and snapped at Sandi with a vicious growl.
Sandy jumped back in fear. She looked angrily at the dog and at
Tom, raised her fist in spite and said:
"YOU SEE WHAT THAT BEAST DID?!?! HE'S EVIL. I WANT HIM GONE!"
"I-I can't tonight honey, they're closed. I'll take him back
"THAT CREATURE OF THE DEVIL IS NOT STAYING IN THIS HOUSE!"
"I'll put him in the basement honey. He'll be out of your way
Sandy turned around and stormed upstairs to the bedrooms. Tom
Randi looked up at Tom, gleefully licking his hand, and wagging
his tail. Tom led Randi to the basement door, and after getting a bowl
with water, and another with table scraps, he led Randi downstairs, creating
Randi sat there looking sadly at Tom as he went up the stairs. Tom
slowly shut the door, eyeing his would be "man's best friend" for a last
Tom lived in a hell on earth the rest of the night.
The next morning Tom got a page on his beeper, and had to respond to
an urgent problem they were having at the offices. He told Sandy, who was
in a half sleep, that he probably wouldn't be back till late. Sandy responded
Before Tom left, he went downstairs to say hi to Randi, who was extremely
happy to see him. Tom played with him for a little bit, looked at his watch,
and realized he had better get going. Saying goodbye to Randi he sped
up the stairs. What he didn't realize was that in his hasty departure....
he hand't completely closed the door to the basement.
Tom sped out of the driveway as Randi slowly crept up the stairs.
Sandy was just waking up as she heard Tom speed out of the driveway. She
slowly pulled back the covers, revealing her full length old maid nightgown,
and decided to take a shower. She crept into the adjoinging bathroom, closing
the door (even though no one was home), and slowly dissrobed to get into
Randi reached the door of the basement, and cautiously opened the door with
his snout. After seeing no one was around, he slowly entered the kitchen.
Sandy was finishing her shower as Randi found the stairs leading upstairs
to the bedrooms. Sandy towl dried in the shower, and immediately put on
her nightgown again upon leaving the shower.
Randi found the spare bedroom, explored it, and found nothing of interest.
He did the same with each of the children's rooms.
Sandy sat down at her dresser, and started to brush her long hair,
knocking over a can of Diet Pepsi she had left there the night before.
It splashed all over her nightgown, and the carpet, threatening to stain
both. She immediately cursed Tom for not seeing the can and throwing it
away in the kitchen. Sandy rushed to the bathroom sink and took off her
nightgown to let it soak in some soapy water. She grabbed a soapy washcloth
and went to scrub the floor. Sandy fely awkard at first, walking around nude
and "parading her blasphemy" as her parents used to say. But she cared
Randi had been in the son's room when he heard Sandy's gasp and some
muttering. His dog ears perked up, and he immediately left the room
looking for the source of the sound. He sound found it, along with something
Sandy was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the carpet with the washcloth.
Her beautiful head covered with mop of long blond hair was bobbing up and
down. Her beautiful ass was flexing and wavering back and forth, her
delectable pussy lips protruding beautifuly.
Randi saw something that he hadn't seen in awhile, even if it was only
His dog cock immediately responded by expanding from it's sheath...1"...
2"...3"...4"...5"....6"...7"....8"...9", and there it finally stopped.
9 inches long, as easily as thick as Sandy's wrist.
Sandy hear a panting and turned her head to look over her shoulders.
Her face turned bright read in a mixture of fear and anger.
Randi started to growl when he saw Sandy's anger. Sandy immediately tried
to get up and run into the bathroom. Randi lept and bounded onto Sandy's
back, leaving her back on her hands and knees, screaming from the now fresh
claw marks.....or scratches if you will.
Sandy was affraid to move as Randi climed onto her back, slowly growling.
Suddenly her eyes flew wide open and she gasped as she felt the enourmous
head of the dog cock feel around her pussy.
"I-I-I'm about to be taken by a beast!" she gasped.
She gasped even louder when the cock found it's target and started to
force itself in. Randi was now going to maker her the bitch she was. His
Randi started to pump his eager dog cock in, growling everytime Sandy tried
to move. Finally he slammed the entire shaft in. Sandy let out a scream
of pain....yet somewhere at the back of her mind...."Oh GOD, it's so BIG!".
Randi immediately started into a savage pumping, claiming his bitch
entirely. Sandy's breasts swung lewdly back and forth and her body
rocked under the weight of the beast.
"No, this can't be happening!", she thought. "I'm being taken by a dog!
a filthy beast!". As the savage fucking continued, her eyes rolled back,
and she started to feel a slight pleasure in being impaled on the dog's
huge cock. It was at least twice as big as her husbands.....and the
vicious way in which the dog pounded her....slowly started to turn her on.
She sensed this, and was aghast at herself. "NO! The devil is trying for
me! This is wrong! So..oh..wrong..ah....I(uhh) must not succumb to the
Suddenly Sandy felt something huge starting to spread her allready
stretched to the limit pussy wider. Randi's root slowly started to
enter her. Sandy felt like she was being ripped apart. Her drooping
head shot up, her eyes rolled back, and her body tensed. The root
continued to enter her until she was fully impaled by Randi's dog cock,
The dog continued it's savage fucking of Sandy. Sandy was now gasping,
panting, and moaning loudly. Her head rocked wildly, and she lewdly
started to pump back, savoring the fucking of a kind she had never
"No!", she thought. "Musn't do this! I'm pure, I'm not a whore!
I don't fornicate with anyone, let alone a beast! Ughh...can't help
myself....feels sooooooo good. No! The devil is in me! Ughhh...
noooo....fuck....ohhh...ahhh...gahhhh...I will not be a slut!"
Sandy was now completely his. She
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