KENNEL BOY

It was going to be an early Fall. I could see by the few scraggly leaves left on our trees that winter was not far off. Setting there on the porch of that rundown shack of a farmhouse, all there was to do was watch those dust devils whirling across the landscape. I hated the fucking State of Texas from the day I was sent here. I knew from experience that we were in for two more unbearable hot dry months before we could get any relief. I felt like hell today--because of the howling of those stupid dogs in Ross’ kennels. They had barked and whined all night keeping me awake. I was in a piss poor mood. Ross McGuire, the guy I lived with, owned this house and ran a kennel. He raised Dobermans and Great Danes for guard dogs as well as a crew of male dogs for breeding. He was now doing more business in boarding large dogs for people and that just added to the racket--and my work. His best customers were the local police departments in and around South Texas. Because of this, he was on good terms with the law--he got my ass out of a hell of a lot of jams.

I hated his business and all those stinking dogs and this last month had really been the pits. I’d just graduated from this hick little high school and was glad that I would be eighteen Friday and I could soon be getting out of here. I would soon be finished with my probation period and the courts would then let me move. I was going to get as far away from this Texas hellhole as I could. Ross had tried to get me interested in the kennel many times and finally gave up, accusing me of having a chip on my shoulder. He had tried at first to be a father to me, when that didn’t work he tried to be a friend. Finally, he was just my warden. The courts had sent me to live with Ross McGuire because his place was out in the middle of nowhere and really, he was the only one that would take a chance on me. He always kept telling me I could be anything wanted to be--but what did he know about anything, he was just a dumb dog breeder.

They had warned me I was at the last step before being sent to juvenile hall and after I was eighteen, if I fucked up--it would be the state pen. For now my life was in the hands of the local sheriff and I knew he hated me and would do anything to get rid of me. The courts let him have free reign over what happened to me. Now Ross was my guardian was all right, just a little too straight for my tastes. When the hounds started wailing again, I told him that with those Texas winters coming, his only problem was to keep his stud dogs happy until spring when people wanted to breed their dogs with his stock again. What he needed for his kennel was a fine sterile bitch to let them fuck their stupid little hearts out.

I dreaded the work because the one thing he always did was make me clean out the kennels. I hated that job. I first had to shoo the dog to the other kennel. Then after hosing it out, crawl in there on my hands and knees then scrub it down with Lysol and a brush. Then I would hose it down again. I hated that job because those bitching dogs were always sneaking back into the kennel I was working in and sticking their noses up my ass! It gave me the creeps. Ross always laughed, saying for some reason they liked me and thought I was a bitch. They all seemed to want to fuck me. He usually came down just before lunch, when I was about finished, to inspect my job. He always laughed like hell when I had to fight the dogs off my ass. There was this one big black Great Dane he called Rex who never seemed to take “no” for an answer. I always thought he made me clean out the kennels just to see me squirm and fight off that dog. --> continue reading the story here