Chapter 169 I Am His Bitch I

• My dreams were interrupted by a loud bark.
• I groggily rub my eyes awake and smile at the behemoth of the dog that has invaded my bed. “God damnit Brutus, go away” I laugh playfully at him. He is an Alaskan Malamute – a breed known for their loyalty, strength, and size. And in none of those categories is he found wanting. At 120 lbs he weighs more than I do, and with the top of his head resting at nearly three feet from the ground, his ears could easily tickle my nipples.
• His big, loving, dopey eyes are transfixed on me and he lets out a pitiful “whump” from his big jowls. I giggle and push his head away, or rather, I attempt to. My little arm does little more than squish his skin around. I’m a little girl – not in the sense of age, but physically. I’m in my late 20s, just over 5’1”, at 110 lbs.