the domestic animal (yessssssss)

Hello fans!

It is with mixed emotions I greet you this evening. These past months since my return to Chicago have been quite a trial, but I believe I have changed for the better. With the departure of my "flatmate," The Other, I was initially like a lost, unwanted bastard child. No longer would my weekends be filled with fun projects, like "hanging shelves" or "slicing cucumbers to place in a pitcher of twice-filtered ice water." My life was aimless and empty. More so than usual! TRASH! Even my newly painted apartment and recently purchased CB2 task chair were little comfort. Even reading Kafka in my goldenrod painted closet/playroom seemed a fruitless endeavor. I even switched to Sartre, but it was still no good!

And then fans, someone shined a light upon my small, dark little life. Last weekend Rob took me to the scandalous hot bed of iniquity, the gay leather bar Touché. Fans, it felt like I was coming home for the first time! On a whim, I got into the cage in the backroom, and it was then I was approached by my Master, NTO (Not The Other). NTO immediately recognized how gravely I required a life of complete sexual and domestic servitude and submission. Crouched on all fours, I realized that I am nothing but an animal, a stupid dog in need of a cruel disciplinarian to train me.

Fans, I was totes blissed out! I have now entered into a year long agreement with NTO, whereupon I shall live as his full time dog slave/pony boi. I have a little cage with a kibble and water bowl in it, and a collar with NTO's tag on it as well as a tag specifying that I have recently received my rabies booster shot. This pleases me more than I could have ever known. NTO provides the light that was missing from my past life as "Meehow J". I am now known only as dog, or pony, or if I am lucky, boi.

And now fans, the heartbreaking news: since Master does not approve of my use of the Internet, and because my life now revolves solely around NTO's pleasure, I fear that updates to this blog will be few and far between for the next year while my training progresses. Do not cry for Mee-how, for he was only the mask upon my ego. He has been cast aside as I come closer and closer to total ego sublimination. It is Master's and my hope that within 6 months I will lose the ability to communicate in any human language. This will be a true test of my faithfulness to NTO's training, and I hope you will think of me whenever you catch sight of a muzzled cur sitting in the gutter. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

All the loves,
dog (formerly known as Mee-how J)