a little drabble a bit inspired by @blueangelbby saying earlier that puppy dennis should have a crate....
dennis is an anxious little thing. when he's with Jack and robby, he's okay. they keep him in check with their rules and their love and their care- knowing when he's good and when he's pushing it helps the puppy relax. he's got his collar on firmly, his cock safely held in a cage, and his owners that love when he nestles up on their thighs, naked as the day he was born.
but dennis sinks so far in his headspace that he can't possibly drag himself out of it to leave the house when he doesn't have to- and sometimes, his owners have to. sometimes jack and robby need to buy them all food or perform some other errand, and dennis can't come with them, not when he's a happy naked puppy, neither capable nor interested in forming english words, or indeed anything more than yips and growls.
the first time they'd had to leave dennis alone, they hadn't realised how anxious he could get- after all, he'd always been with them. they'd told him they'd only be gone for 20 minutes or so, kissed and cuddled him, and tucked him up into the blankets on the sofa. dennis hadn't really understood what was going on, only hearing their coos, and giving them puppy kisses in return. he'd nestled into the sofa, and then jerked in confusion when the door had slammed. he'd barked a few times- robby? Jack? sir? no answer greeted him. over the next twenty minutes, he'd panicked fully. he'd been left alone and abandoned.
he circled the ground floor, howling and wailing, eventually stopping in the kitchen, shaking and crying, and had peed himself from fear, right there on the tiles. he'd hid under the table, shaking like a leaf. he'd been abandoned, and now he'd made a mess all over. he was meant to paw at his owners legs when he needed to go, but where were they? he was all alone.
by the time robby and Jack returned, the howls of their boy put a stop to everything. they dumped the shopping in the hallway, and ran to the cries. they were greeted with an unfortunate puddle of yellow on white, and dennis, face red and blotchy, crying so hard he looked like he'd vomit. they'd ran to their puppy, ignoring the mess, and cuddled and kissed him, rocking him back and forth for half an hour before he eventually slowed his breathing, and Jack fetched the disinfectant.
after that there was a new protocol. the older men couldn't avoid having to leave their puppy sometimes, as much as they hated it, and so the crate was introduced.
it was a decently sized thing, about a metre by a metre and a half, so dennis was comfortable, but couldn't fully stretch out, having to curl up in a bed of blankets and cushions. their boy needed security, so they installed new training- when you're in the crate, owners might not be here right now, but they're coming back very, very soon.
a baby blue blanket covered the crate from above, making it a cozy cave, and not anxiety inducing like the open rooms.
robby, ever careful, lined the base with puppy pads, not keen for kitchen part two. dennis would whinge a little as he was lifted inside and the door shut and padlocked behind him, but gentle coos and kisses through the bars helped him settle down. there was a night light inside, lit, and a row of fairy lights shaped like stars, perfect for a puppy who needed a relaxing nap. before they shut the door of the crate, they'd give him a few neck squeezes, making him fuzzy and sleepy, and he'd be tucked in.
the enclosed space helped their boy so much, and the training that they, jack and robby, were coming back. always coming back for their boy. he'd usually doze like such a good boy, and when he woke up, the blanket would be lifted, and his owners were back! no more panic, and no more puddles, just a sleepy boy kept safe in the womb-like crate his owners had made.
of course, when they came back he'd always be lifted out and kissed and tickled, nestled between them for the rest of the night.
such a lucky puppy he was!
