Ftm Dogboy - Blog Posts

boy that gets embarrassed that he wants to be a dog… collaring him, making him fetch and do tricks for me despite his hesitation of acceptance and stiff movements, but after some training, and the warm satisfaction he feels from me scritching behind his ears as a reward, he gains the confidence to work harder and harder for the “good boy” i’ll coo at him each time. bonus points and extra lovings if he learns to enjoy the burning embarrassment, and just owns up to being a freak for me.

I miss training.

I love being told what to do and it's exhausting doing my job and being in charge all the time and having to make decisions without always knowing the fallout or context or consequences. I want that taken from me, because I'd willingly give it up occasionally in exchange for structure, support, and compassion.

I want someone to tell me I did a good job and it's their turn now, they're responsible. I want the rush I get when I do something right. I want the attention when I get it wrong and I want the practice to make myself perfect. I want the puzzle and the challenge. I want to feel stupid or confused and I want to be happy and proud to finally understand.

"Sit."

I kneel at their feet on the ground.

"No, again, Sit."

A physical repercussion; tugging my leash, tapping my body with a stick or crop, manhandling me into proper positioning.

"Good boy!"

A reward! A treat, pets, a kiss

"Again, boy, Sit."

I do it again, attempting my best to repeat the pose.

"Almost," with a few gentle corrections. "Smile at me too, I want to see your face paying attention. Again, Sit."

I smile, loving my trainers attention and focus.

"What a good boy, so smart," they kiss my cheek, "so obedient," and place their hands on my shoulders and in my hair, "so trainable." A hand holds my chin.

"Good boy, now Open."