A visit from a zookeeper

“Wakey-wakey!”, I heard someone say. I was fairly sure that I hadn’t imagined it in my sleep. Slowly I opened my eyes, getting used to the light in my living room. The sun had not yet set, so I guessed it must be the end of the afternoon, or maybe early evening. The TV was still on but I was pretty sure that that had not been the source of the words that I heard.

I looked around and saw a pair of boots standing in my room. As I looked up, I saw that on top of those boots was a zookeeper’s uniform. Looking up even further I finally saw who had awaken me. It was Ms. Bullstrong, or at least that was the nickname that I had secretly given her.

At first I figured that yet again someone had walked in on me unannounced while I was sleeping, naked and that they had no respect for my privacy. But as my eyes grew used to the light I realized that she was here to help me, that Mr. Petersson had actually announced that a zookeeper would come by, that Ms. Bullstrong had already seen me naked, and to top it all off that animals did not have any right to privacy. So in all in all I could not and should not complain. Instead, I should be happy that she was here.

“My, my,” Ms. Bullstrong said, “you really do like to put yourself in precarious situations, don’t you?”

I simply nodded, not sure what I should say, or if I was even expected to talk.

“I was instructed to take you for a quick walk”, Ms. Bullstrong said, “so get up!”

Meticulously I got up out of my very comfortable doggie bed. Ms. Bullstrong retrieved a leash from one of her pockets and attached it to my collar. The collar was now attached to both the dolly carrying the dumbbell that kept me near the floor as well as to Ms. Bullstrong. She kept a firm grip on the other end of the leash so I could not go anywhere.

I wondered where we were going. Was she taking me out to the street to do my business? The idea gave me a thrill, but given how my apartment was on a busy street, I wasn’t sure if we would not get in trouble with law enforcement.

“Come”, Ms. Bullstrong said as she simply started to walk. I could do nothing but follow her lead. Somehow I had not anticipated this and so I was a little bit startled. Not problematic of itself, but it did cause me to hit my knee once again to the damn dolly. Quickly I raised my knees off the floor so I was on hands and feet, and quickly followed Ms. Bullstrong towards the door of my little hallway.

We continued walking through my little hallway towards the front door. She stopped as she reached the front door and so I sat down on my haunches next to her, waiting for her to open the front door. In this position I was fully exposing my tits as well as my pussy to her, but dogs don’t have any modesty, right?

“Well, are you going, or what?”, she said.

Suddenly I understood what she had wanted me to do. My front door was next to the toilet, the door of which I had left open. So she wanted me to go to the toilet. Quickly I sat down on the toilet and released my bladder.

I was only done for a second or so when she suddenly yanked my leash, forcing me off the toilet and on all fours again. Instead of walking to my living room again, she moved towards me and towered over me, looking at my ass.

“Well, well, “ she said, “it just goes to show that little pets like yourself cannot look after yourselves, don’t they?”

She took some toilet paper and cleaned my pussy. Then she took some wet wipes that were next to my vanity and wiped my ass fully clean, finally!

Next, she took a small bottle from one of her pockets and I wondered what it contained. She emptied its contents on my ass and I figured what it was; it was baby powder. I now was very grateful for the level of care they provided me with. I had been rather stupid when putting on the mittens and locking them in place by not thinking about simple things like wiping your ass, but luckily the zoo was able to resolve my personal hygiene problems.

When she was done she pocketed the bottle of baby powder and gave a slight tug on my leash, indicating that we’d be on the move again. Instead of going outside we went back to the living room where she removed the leash from my collar. Very briefly she petted my head while saying “good girl”. I wasn’t sure why I was a ‘good girl’, but it was nice that my caretaker – for lack of a better word – thought I did well.

Ms. Bullstrong put the leash on the table and walked towards the kitchen. She picked up the bowl containing the water and refilled it under the sink after which she put it on the floor again. Then I saw her open the fridge and take out one of the meals I had prepped, which she put in the other bowl. Now that I had a human to help me out it would have been nice if she could have put it in the microwave for a bit, but I supposed it wasn’t part of my role to complain about things like that.

I decided to immediately start eating my food. While eating I could hear Ms. Bullstrong walk around the apartment a little bit before she said “bye bye!”, and she closed the door to my living room. Only moments later she walked out the front door, which was closed with a loud bang.

After I was done eating I looked around my apartment, wondering if I could figure out what Ms. Bullstrong had been doing while I was eating. I realized she had closed the door to my little hallway, one that I had left open on purpose before. I was going to have to work it a little bit with my mittens to open it again, but I figured that should be doable.

As I looked around I suddenly noticed at least one thing that had changed while I was eating my food. The kitchen safe, it had been moved! The time locked container used to be on the floor, where I could open it after the timer expired tomorrow morning. However, it had now been put on top of one of my bookcase. It was about 2 meters (~7 ft) high, and so I’d never be able to reach it. I wasn’t sure if she had just figured it was in the way or if she moved it away from my reach on purpose. Either way, it would now be impossible to free myself from my restraints.