Andy tried to think of what he'd say to the people at the animal shelter to be allowed in. He tried to think of what he'd do once he got there. He didn't want to be a dog bowl again. Part of him did maybe, but... He didn't know. He just needed to see his owner again. His life as a dog bowl had seemed like it was going to last for all eternity. Then it had all ended so abruptly. He just needed to say goodby.
“Um... Hi...” Andy said, stepping up to the counter at the animal shelter. The man behind the counter smiled.
“What can I do for you?”
“Um... I was wondering if... I heard there was a dog here. A bulldog named Fido.” The man's smile turned to curiosity.
“Why yes. Is this a dog you know?”
“He's my own...” Andy stopped himself. “Yes. I, um... I used to feed him and stuff...I...” Andy's voice shook and tears came unbidden to his eyes. “I... I'm sorry... I just...”
“Wow there kiddo. Come on back. You clearly have a lot on your mind.” He opened the door to the little office behind the screen. Andy came in and sat down at the proofread chair. The man handed him a cup of water. It helped.
“The name's Phill,” the man said.
“Andy,” Andy replied, putting the empty cup on the table.
“So Andy, start from the beginning.” So Andy spoke and his tears fell, and Phill listened to it all, never showing any judgment or even disgust. The more Andy spoke, the more he longed to be Fido's dog bowl again. That safe place where he had a purpose. Where Fido could use him just as he wanted. Could eat from him or fuck him any time of the day. He told of his desire, fear, shame and reluctance. Andy was so teary eyed that he didn't see the dog shelter owner having to adjust his growing erection in his pants.