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Chapter 5
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Vestra
Feed the critters.
Chow time.
Getting their food and feeding them was always interesting. She had them trained that they had to sit calmly in front of their respective bowls. You fill their bowls, and then say “Okay!” And they dive in and almost inhailed the food you give them. Then they would drink a bunch of water, and it was time to go out and do stuff. She never made them wait to drink, only to eat.
Normally I would walk them out in the wooded area, play ball with them and hang out on my laptop a bit. But I didn’t even have my laptop. It was in the bag too. Good thing i didn’t have school work pending. It would mostly be YouTube, games, writing stuff and porn to get my rocks off. An awesome day to my self for the summer.
However with no shoes I was stuck to the non wooded path areas, it was stay on the mowed lawn in the back. The front yard was forested trees with a huge circle driveway. Very private. Can’t see anything from the road because the drive way curved in such a way that you had to be halfway down it to see the house.
The back was well groomed cut lawn area with the evergreen trees pushed back always so you could get a really good launch with the chuck-a-ball thing and not worry about them running into the woods. She had a lot of acres. I think it was about twenty or so. The house was almost an acre from the road. And the was several acres of groomed area. The rest was forested. Like living in the woods or something. The paths through it were a bit groomed, like in the National parks. Not too bad, but certainly not something your going to be walking in with your bare feet. I will have to have shoes before taking them for walks.
Throwing the ball and playing with them was always fun. They were such great dogs. And they would chase that ball until they we practically foaming at the mouth. So I had to run them until they were panting hard and drooling a little and then cut them off. Enough for some exercise but not enough to run them into the ground.
The entire time I was very self conscious. The shirt, the leggings the panties. The silky tight textures holding me tight. Yeesh.
Break time.
House sitting.
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