My eleven year old daughter, Vicky, squealed, “Can we get a puppy”, as we passed the pet store in the mall and the horror of my youth came flooding back from my intentionally repressed memories.
I was not much older than her when the nightmare began. Muffy was not just the family dog, she was my dog. I walked her, fed her and loved her. My parents didn’t seem to care and considered Muffy to be a burden, especially in the car. Dad even hated the name and only called her “the dog”. My little sister, Angie, was always a little scared of Muffy and I think she hated me more than the dog. Me and Angie were always bickering, as Mom called it. When we got Muffy as a puppy, we didn’t realize how big a Newfoundland would get. In a year or so, Muffy had grown to twice as big as Angie. I really liked having a big dog that scared other people. If they only knew what a suck she really was. She went everywhere with me except to school and when I went swimming. She loved the water but hated to see me in it and would jump in to pull me out. That’s just part of the breed, like genetically programmed into them. Sometimes she would get away and we had to walk around the neighbourhood calling out her name. Except Dad, he would just walk.
One day, I had just got out of the shower and Muffy was waiting for me. She followed me into my bedroom. I didn’t really want her there because I wanted to beat-off. I was going to kick her out but thought she would just lie outside my door and that would look suspicious. So I pulled out the pictures that I had hidden in the closet. They were just underwear and bathing suit ads from catalogs and not nearly as good as the porno magazines I saw in the stores but they had always been good enough. I didn’t have a lock for the door, so I blocked it with a 2X4 under the handle. At first, I didn’t want Muffy to see so I got under the covers on the bed. I had a woody even before I looked at the pictures and began to stroke myself. Muffy just sat the... Læs hele novellen
