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Dog Stalker

Chris Connolly contemplates some puppy loving.

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by Chris Connolly, for outsideleft.com
originally published: August, 2008
i did wonder why I was following these two beasts, but then I looked up and wondered whose garden I was in...
by Chris Connolly, for outsideleft.com
originally published: August, 2008
i did wonder why I was following these two beasts, but then I looked up and wondered whose garden I was in...

I saw two dogs fucking. In fact only one of them was fucking, the other was just hunched there taking it, but she didn't seem to mind.

I was walking and turned a corner and then there they were in the middle of the road just fucking. Not that strange - things do it all the time, I know, including me, sometimes - but they didn't see me for a few moments, and when the big one looked up and did see me, salivating all over the other one's back, he dismounted and they both stopped - almost as if they were embarrassed - and they turned and walked away together, as if trying to pretend nothing had just happened, though we all knew it had.

Odd, I thought, so I followed them into a garden where I found them going at it again, and then they saw me again and again they stopped and looked awkward and embarrassed and walked away past me together once more, as if nothing had just happened, twice.

And I thought then that these were two very strange dogs to be getting embarrassed and shy, because surely all animals, including dogs, don't understand these concepts of shyness and embarrassment, and so obviously I had to follow them again... And i did wonder why I was following these two beasts, but then I looked up and wondered whose garden I was in.

And it must have been at that same moment that whoever owned the house of the garden I was in saw me and wondered what I was doing in their garden, because just then I heard a big male voice shouting: 'what are you doing with those dogs!'.

I didn't know the answer, and I didn't want know, and I looked at those two foaming and sweating and very odd beasts and knew it was time to leave the garden because I had no answer for that big male voice, the owner of which I hadn't yet seen and who I was quite sure was in some way angry at both the dogs and myself, but mainly at me...

So I decided to leave. And leave I did.

And I was thinking again as I ran out the gate that those two dogs were quite odd, but somewhere in my mind I thought that maybe I too was a little odd for being so interested, and maybe that I was even a little odder than those two dogs... and then I thought that if I was in fact odder than those two very strange animals that that would make me a very strange animal indeed, but I decided not to think too much about that particular possibility.

But I must have been thinking too much, because just then I noticed the two dogs further on up the road sauntering into another garden together, getting away from me. So I started after them again but heard that big voice behind me once more and didn't much feel like having a conversation with that great big angry voice.

The only thing to do was escape from that big voice, and so I ran and ran until I arrived home and went inside, safe from the voice but still wondering about those two very strange and sensual canines. Two very strange dogs, but an interesting day all in all...

I thought about it all for quite a while that evening until eventually something else quite odd happened, though I can't now remember what it was, and I haven't thought about those two fucking dogs since, until just now...

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Chris Connolly

Chris Connolly writes from Dublin, Ireland. Allegedly he is not as dangerous as he reads. His first collection of short stories, 'Every Day I Atrophy' (the SideCartel) is available now. If you need to know more about Chris Connolly, he has an excellent and excellently informative website here chrisconnollywriter.com

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