Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2021 05:00:30 +0100
From: Sarcastic Sword <sarcasticsword@mail.com>
Subject: Of Dogs And Young Men Part 16

I hope you are enjoying my work.  If you like it let me know at
sarcasticsword@mail.com.  It always helps to have some feedback.  That's
the only payment most of us writers on this site receive.

Speaking of payment, if you are able to help support Nifty.org please
donate what you can.


Of Dogs And Young Men Part 16

School was a blur all day Wednesday.  All I could think about was going to
class with Mr. Hackenberg.  Twice when I was daydreaming that cunt, the
history teacher Mrs. Baker, called on me so she could bust my balls for not
paying attention.  It wasn't a big deal I could get straight A's in Junior
High without paying attention.  But she liked to try to embarrass me when
she could.  Most of the guys at the school thought she was a fat man-hating
lesbian.

But finally the final bell ended and I was able to go home.  I would have
to wait until tomorrow evening to put out the fliers to find out who the
Dane belonged to.  I went in first and walked him.  After he did his
business I put him back in the root cellar with some food and water.

I walked back out to the kennel that housed Caesar.  The lab and one of the
Heinz 57s were still hanging around hoping against hope to get a piece from
the bitch that was no longer here.  Or maybe they were hoping I'd jerk them
off.

But I didn't have time to mess with them.  I leashed Caesar up and lead him
to the main barn.  There was a room there that we used for bathing cattle.
It was insulated and had a gas heater that could be turned on
independently.  I turned it on to warm up the room.  There was a stall for
adult cattle and a raised platform for bathing calves.  I got the shampoo
out and mixed a cup into a gallon of warm water before I called Caesar
over.  He jumped up on the platform and I put the grooming noose around his
neck and strung him up.  He was used to this.  He'd had baths before and he
didn't seem to mind.

I let the water get warm and I soaked him down.  When I had him completely
wet I poured a quart of the shampoo/water mix onto his back and started
working it into his coat.  When it was all lathered up I reached under him.
I wrapped my hand around his sheath and started to stroke it up and down
his penis bone.  It didn't take long for him to start to get an erection
and start to hump my hand. I made sure that I didn't strip it down below
his knot.  His knot formed inside his sheath and soon he was shooting his
load.  He stood there while he spent his seed.  I washed all the other
parts of him like his neck, head and ears then rinsed him clean.

When he was completely clean I brought the Metro Air Force Twin Turbo Super
High Velocity Dryer over to him and put the concentrating nozzle onto it
and blew as much of the water off of his coat as possible.  Then I put him
into the drying cage and turned two of the hang on dryers and set them for
twenty minutes.

I went up to the house and got myself a piece of the cake mom had made
yesterday.  That would tide me over for an hour or so until dinner.  I
waited for the twenty minutes that it would take to dry Caesar before I
headed back out.

He was all clean and dry but I used the Metro to fluff him up.  I left him
in the cage so he couldn't go roll in something and get himself dirty.  I
put a couple of blankets in it so he could be comfortable.  He didn't need
it for warmth.

I fidgeted all the way through dinner anxious for the time to pass so I
could go to class with Mr. Hackenberg.  Of all the adults I'd been around
he was the only one that didn't treat me like a little boy.  I finished up
dinner by six o'clock and me and my sister cleaned up and loaded the dish
washer by six twenty.  Which left me forty minutes until Mr. Hackenberg was
supposed to arrive.

I went up into my room and started on my homework but I couldn't
concentrate on it.  At a quarter till seven I finally couldn't take it any
longer.  I went out back and got Caesar and waited on the enclosed side
porch by the driveway.  It wasn't really inside the house proper so I
figured Mom wouldn't yell about Caesar being in the house.

It seemed like forever but at seven sharp Mr. Hackenberg's van pulled into
the driveway.  He got out as I came out of the porch.  He opened the side
door and showed me which crate to put Caesar into.  We closed up the back
door and went to our respective sides and got in.  He smiled at me and
asked, "Are you ready to go?"

"I've been chomping at the bit all day!"

"That's just what I wanted to hear."  He said as he put the van into gear
and we pulled out.

We made small talk all the way over to the class.  He seemed to have a
greater interest in how I was doing in my classes than my parents did.  He
asked if I played sports and I told him how I was hoping to make the Junior
High basket ball team next season.  He asked me about our farm and just
about anything that was going on in my life and he seemed genuinely
interested in the response.

We got to the fairgrounds where the classes were being held.  We were
fifteen minutes early when we got there.  It was just about the same time
that the instructor pulled up and unlocked the door.  We walked Caesar to
an oak tree and let him water it.  Then we headed in.

"So is this your new "Apprentice" Jeremy?"  The instructor asked.

"I'd say it's a bit early to call him that."  Mr. Hackenberg said with a
laugh.  Then he walked me over to him and introduced us.  "Lee this is
Terrance.  Terrance this is Mr. Henry."

"Pleased to meet you Terrance."

"Thank you Sir."  I told him a little shyly.

"Terrance here is the son of Mr. Evans, the owner of the Skyline Dairy."
Mr Hackenberg informed him.

"I know Karl well, he's a member of the Elks club like I am."

"I sold his Caesar here a year ago and now I think he's turned out well
enough to show.  I'd appreciate any help that you can give him.  I'm not
working a dog today so I will be going over the basics with him while you
are going through the class."  Mr. Hackenberg told him then he turned to
me.

"The way classes work are we pretend that we are in the ring and the
instructor is the judge.  In many ways its more of a practice ring rather
than a class.  But I'll walk you through everything.  Especially since
showing a German Shepherd is much different than showing any other breed of
dog.  We stack them differently so don't try to copy the others when we
"stack" or pose the dog."  Mr. Hackenberg said to me.

"Give me Caesar's lead."  He said.  I handed it to him and he demonstrated
how to stack the dog.  He showed me how you set the dogs front legs by
turning the head in the opposite direction of the front leg you are working
on.  Then he showed me how one hind leg was set up stretched back and one
set up underneath the dog.  All other breeds are shown set up with both
legs stretched back. He showed me how to grip the collar and how to use
"bait" to get the dogs attention.  Bait was liver boiled in garlic salt and
allowed to air dry.  He also showed me how to gait the dog.

Soon others showed up and the class started.  I figured I would go to the
back of the line.  But Mr. Henry said "Put the Shepherd at the front of the
line.  It's going to be the fastest mover.  We line up according to speed.
Otherwise the faster dogs won't be able to move at their optimal speed."

He had us run around the ring then he had me stack Caesar.  He examined him
then had me do a triangle pattern as he called it.  I moved Caesar away
from him along the side of the ring, then along the back before turning on
the diagonal toward him.  As I came up to him he said, "Bait him."

I got out the bait and held it in front of him.  It wasn't very effective
since I didn't know that I was doing and he kept jumping at the bait
instead of posing.

"That's something you can practice at home.  I'm sure Jeremy can teach you
how to do it when you get to the end of the line.  Okay take him to the end
of the line."  He said circling his finger in the air to let me know to do
a lap around the ring.

I got to the end of the line and Mr. Hackenberg was waiting for me there.
"Not bad for your first time.  Now go ahead and stack him again."

I stacked him again and knelt beside him like I'd been taught.
Mr. Hackenberg got behind me and put his hands on my wrists to position me
better.  He was leaning against me lightly.  I'm sure it was my imagination
or wishful thinking but it felt like I could feel his erection on my lower
back.  But then it was gone quickly.

He then showed me how to free-bait the dog for when we came back to the
judge.  We had a fair amount of time to work since there were about 20 dogs
in the class.  I was doing much better by the time I got back to the front
of the line for my second turn.  I even managed to get Caesar to pose when
I "free-baited" him, although nowhere near as well as he posed for
Mr. Hackenberg.

I got about four turns before the hour of class was over.  We loaded Caesar
up in the van and headed home.  When we were on the way home Mr. Hackenberg
asked.  "Where does Caesar stay?"

"He just runs free on the farm when we don't have a bitch in season."  I
replied.

"Does he stay in your room at night?"  He asked.

I laughed.  "Mom would have a conniption fit if there was an animal in the
house."

"Maybe I'll try to have a talk with her.  It would help you bond with him
more for showing if he could be with you more."  He said.  "Maybe I can
convince her that you might win a college scholarship in Junior Showmanship
if you do well enough.  The AKC offers them to the top Junior Handlers."

"Does that mean I would have to study Dog Showing in college."  I asked a
bit confused.

He chuckled, "No you can study anything you want.  It's just a reward for
all the time and effort you'll have to put in to win the scholarship."  He
reached over and tousled my head.

We talked a while about the Junior Showmanship program and about dog shows
in general.  He told me about how there were dog shows every weekend
somewhere in the country.  He had dogs out with handlers in several areas
of the country.  He could use it as a write-off on his taxes.  He also told
me how he went to shows himself pretty much every weekend.

"If they are a reasonable distance I drive the motorhome.  That way I can
bring a whole string of client dogs.  I don't need the money from showing
other peoples dogs but I love the competition.  If there are shows that are
too far away that I want to take my special to I take my Lear Jet."

"Wow!  You have a Lear Jet?"  I asked in awe.

"Yeah.  I lease it out during the week to a couple of corporations so it
defrays some of the cost.  But I have first call on it when I want to go to
shows."

"What do you do for a living?"  I asked.

"I'm retired now and just manage my own investments.  I was the manager of
a very successful hedge fund and I did a fair share of commodity trading.
I managed to put away almost half a billion by the time I was forty and I
retired.  I've moved most of my money to very conservative investments, but
even with conservative investments I can live very comfortably without
touching the principle."

I didn't know what to say.  I knew he was rich but I had no idea that he
was that rich.  You have to understand that in 1982 half a billion dollars
was worth quite a bit more than it is now.  Hell it's still a shitload of
money today.  I was amazed that this rich and powerful man was not just
willing but eager to spend time with me.

"I'm going to enter Caesar in the weekend shows of the Louisville Cluster
shows.  You won't be able to go to the weekday shows until you're on summer
vacation.  If you decide that you like showing maybe we can get you excused
from school for some of the Specialty Shows that are held on Fridays.  My
last apprentice was able to do that."

"You want me to be your apprentice?"  I asked.

"It's too early to tell if you are even going to like showing.  But I could
see that happening if you take enough interest in it.  I don't pay my
apprentices but I do put money in a trust fund for them to pay for college
after they are done being my apprentice.  Kevin was able to use it to get
started in his own business after college because he got a full scholarship
from the AKC.  He got an MBA from University of Wisconsin at Madison.  I
want you to know that it's a lot of fun but also a lot of work.  You'll
have to take care of the string of dogs we're carrying, learn how to groom
dogs for the ring and cover dogs for me when I have conflicts.  But I can
open doors for you in this game that nobody else can."

I thought about it and realized that I wanted to give it a shot.  We
arrived at my house shortly after that and I let Caesar out.  "I want you
to practice for at least a half hour every day.  I'll go ahead and fax in
the entries for Caesar for the Louisville shows.  So I want you to be
ready.  We'll wait until summer to start you in Junior Showmanship."

"Thank you Mr. Hackenberg."  I said.

"The best way to thank me is to work hard on learning how to show Caesar."
He said before he got back in the van and drove away.