Free Woman's Handbook
by
Dangrus
Chapter 5
The natural order... of things
In April, for my husband's 40th birthday, I bought him a dog. He has always wanted a german shepherd. So, for months I saved and on his birthday, we blindfolded him and took him to the breeders to pick out a dog. The bond between them was immediate and profound. For those of you who have never owned one of these dogs, let me give you a tip. At eight months of age, this is the most graceless beast on the planet. A $700 barking fur-bag that's nothing but ears and feet. But, my husband is pleased. He is greeted every day with 65 pounds of wagging tail and buckets of drool. He cannot take a step without tripping over this adoring creature who follows his every move. He sits and the dog lays on his feet. He stands, the mutt leaps to attention to follow. But..... He is pleased.

*Dangrus smiles*

This week, I decided to teach the dog a new trick. We had already covered sit and lay down and roll over. Now it was time for something a bit more advanced. I decided to teach the dog to catch a ball. So, I did. Now, this animal can catch a ball rolled, tossed or thrown. On the ground, or leaping several feet in the air, it catches every time and quickly returns the ball to be thrown again. The dog doesn't let any get past. This animal is amazing. When I showed my husband this wondrous new accomplishment, he was pleased.

*Dangrus smiles....*

Now, I have lived the last 19 years of my life, secure in the knowledge that I am a submissive woman. This I know. It defines me as a woman. But, never in all that time have I been more accutely aware of the fact that this submissive nature is an essential part of me as I was the other night. After hours of catch with the dog, with a right arm that I was positive was now at least a foot longer than the left, I was bending to pick up the spit-slimed ball to throw it for the gazillionth time, when it occured to me. I had not taught this animal to catch at all...... the dog had trained me to throw that damn ball.

When this realization hit me, I looked at that beast and I could swear I saw a hint of a smirk cross that furry muzzle.

*Dangrus sighs....*

Oh.... Did I mention that the dog is male?
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