Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 12:07:44 +0100 (MET)
From: MarBier@gmx.de
Subject; Dogholidays-2

Dogholidays 2

The second day (part 1)

I heard the birds singing their songs at the early dawn. Still tired I
slowly remembered the last evening and my situation. I was in that dogshed
on Peters farm at the end of the world in eastern germany. I lay on old and
stinky straw in the middle of the three dogs and felt shivery because I was
naked and this summermorning seemed to be little bit cold and wet. Grey the
great dane recognized that I was awake and gave me a quick good morning
lick through my face. Without thinking I gave the lick back. Now I was back
in my dogholidays. Everything that had happened yesterday was back in my
mind. The long journay, the arrival at pasewalk-station, my first meeting
with Peter my new dogmaster and the beginning of my doglife right away. And
after several licks of Grey, Black and White I remembered my new dogfriends
too.

I began to smile : "My dream came true. I was naked like a dog only wearing
a dogcollar, in a dogkennel with three other dogs!" I was very excited, how
my first day as a dog could be.

I was now completely awake, stood on all fours in the shed and sniffed at
the other dogs like they did on me. They licked my face my hole body
especially my balls and dick und my butt, so I did to them too. They
checked my special dogsmell. It made fun to sniff like a dog to touch their
balls und dicks with my nose und sometimes with my tongue. Unnecessary to
say, I was horny like hell....

After a few minutes Grey, Black and White left the shed so I did too to
check out the whole kennel. It wasn't as cold as I thought at the
beginning, only the morningfog let my shiver. I looked arround. I front of
the kennel to the right side were different sheds for the cows the sheeps
and the machines, on the left side 50 metres away was the farm house. This
was the only house I saw.  I turned arround and as far as my eyes looked
arround nothing else to see except meadows, pastures,the little wood I had
joined yesterday evening maybe 500 metres through the cornfields.

The farm was really in the middle of nowhere, there was no better place for
dogs like me.

Few minutes later Peter came and let us out of the kennel and ordered us to
follow to the cowshed. Peter had milked the cows and wanted us to help him
to let them to their daily pasture near the farm. The cows knew their way,
or better they followed Peter and we had to check up that no cow stayed
behind to far. The dogs only had to bark once or twice and the cow run back
to the herd. At first I watched at the other dogs what they did and soon I
made the same things they did.  Barked and growled and run arround behind
the stinky cows and tried not to step into their cowpats. The only thing I
couldn't was to wag my tail.

On the way we had enough time to release ourselves and it didin't matter to
me to piss or to shit right away I was, I didn' think about, I only made it
like the other dogs. When we did our job Peter gave us all stroke at our
backs und we got all a dogbiscuit. Tasted funny and and better than I
expected. On our way back to the farm we played arround jumped off each
other played catch, ran wild through the fields. You know, I was the
slowest, I had to learn much more of the dogthings.

Back at the farm we were ordered to be quiet and sit down near the
kennel. Peter left and was back in five minutes with our bowls und our
food. Each of us got his own with dryfood. This time I was as quick as the
other dogs and didn't share my food. While we were eating Peter placed down
a big bowl with water and we all drank at the same time and our tongues
touched the other ones and it felt great.

And I was a little bit stiffy and I saw Peter watching me with a
smile. This was the first time I really had eyes for him. He was older than
fifty, not a beauty, dirty of his work, wrinkled, a big nose, nearly a bald
head, maybe 5'8 feet high and nearly 180 pounds. He wore a pair of
dungarees without a shirt. He had a haired chest and was really muscular
from his daily work.

Really he wasn't a man for me to have sex with, but he was a good master
for his dogs and for his new dogboy too. I smiled back, but was unhappy
that I wasn't able to wag a tail.

After feeding time he let Black and White back to the kennel and closed the
door. After that he let Grey and me to the courtyard between all the sheds
in opposite to the farmhouse where I saw another little dogshed and two
long iron chains. The chain were fixed on our collars . "Max, you and Grey
have to check the yard and the whole farm for guests and other people. And
bark loud, when somebody will come", Peter ordered. I thought he knew that
noone came this day. But It didn't matter to me being chained and somebody
could come and see me there. I didn't think about this it was all fun all
new to me.

It was a long day at all nothing to do except checking out the scene. Grey
was a good partner, we lay togehter and looked arround and he tried to talk
to me as dogs do, I did my very best and I got better from hour to hour.

Peter came several times in our view and we both jumped up in attention and
a few times he came to his dogs petted us and spoke to us.

After his lunchtime he left with his car and said to us:" I have to go to
the supermarket to get some stuff and to the postoffice also. I'll be back
in an hour or two. Boys you have to protect my farm so far."

I barked loudly to agree. He waved a goodbye, we barked and he drove away.

Now I was a real watchdog. Fixed with a nearly 10 metres long iron chain,
enough to check up the area and to sniff arround. I was really proud of the
job and so I walk on all fours and tried to hear everything I could to do a
good job. Sometimes I barked at the birds, who sat on the farmhouse and the
sheds, but they didn't care about.

From time to time I heard Black and White barking and growling, I didn't
unterstand what they want, but I think they felt boring and want to join
us.

It was a hot day and I sweated like hell. I opened my mouth like Grey did
and went to a swadow place but my sweat still run. Grey was interested in
and sniffed at my and licked my salty sweat, every drop he could get. He
loved it, but not even more I loved being licked by his rough tongue,
especially beween my legs. He was a professional licker. This was the
situation when Peter came back: Greys tongue and nose were in my butt he
was licking my crack and my balls intensively, and I was sweated and dirty
with tacky dust all over my body and a big boner between my legs. When Grey
saw that Peter came he barked like the other dogs too, but then he licked
further, my crack seemed to be more interesting to him as his returning
master. I wasn't intersted in his return too Every lick of Grey was better
and let me shiver. He parked his car and went to us and petted us and said:
"Grey I think you to had to check out the farm not Max' ass, but I see you
two become really close friends here." He left with a grin and went to the
kennel, where Black and White were more glad to see him back. He opened the
kennel door and let them out than they all joined us and Peter unchained us
and said: "Boys you are free for maybe an hour, then I need you with the
cows, don't run to far, you must hear me, if I'll shout at you."

We barked to agree and we run to the fields as quick as we can. Of course I
was only half fast as they were, but all 100 meters they waited for me
while sniffing arround.......