Boston’s new life.
Part 1.
Johnathan woke up early one morning to a tugging at his bed sheets. He grumbled and lifted his head up off the pillow with great effort and looked down and the little husky who was waiting for him. “Change daddy?” The little pup looked up at him with big round eyes as he readjusted his feet in an effort not to feel his soggy padding. “How do you keep getting out of your crib Boston?” John asked before stretching and scooping the little pup up with a little giggle. “You are a little escape artist, you know that?” John asked as he made his way to the bathroom to wash up.
John kicked a stool towards the sink counter and set his little charge down before hopping in the shower. Boston slowly went about brushing his teeth and watching his daddy shower behind the frosted glass. “Daddy? What are we doin’ today?” The little pup asked as he brushed. “I have a little surprise for you later this morning pup. But first we need to get you a nice warm bath, sound good?” John said as he toweled off from behind the frosted glass.
Boston giggled and splashed around in the tub as his daddy lathered soap into his fur before taking an old measuring cup and gently rinsing him off with a waterfall of warm water. Once Boston was clean his daddy drained enough of the water so that the cub’s splashing would not send a monsoon onto the tilled floor around the tub, John then went and toweled off the counter where the pup had left some tooth paste or water and began to trim his facial fur and brush his teeth. John watched his cub splash behind him and smiled at his son’s joy.
Boston grumbled as he was toweled off and lifted up his legs as his daddy fluffed up his “pants”. Soon he was being lead to his room and diapered up on his change table. John smiled and put a star on a little chart above the pup’s head. “We did good in the bathroom today, no big lakes on the counter or floor like last week. I’m proud of you pup!” He said before licking the little husky’s cheek and pulling out some khaki cargo pants and a green striped shirt and dressing the little pup.
John smiled as he carried the wriggly pup into the kitchen where Boston saw a big basket with a little chocolate bunny inside and a package of little yellow peeps. Boston blinked and his little curl swished once gently. “Daddy? What that?” He asked as he pointed to the candy. “Well it looks like the Easter bunny came to give a good puppy a treat.” At this Boston smiled and his tail began to swing back and forth clumsily, slapping John’s forearm. “Oh but there is a note… Says here the bunny doesn’t want you earing it all at once so he asked me to ration it out to you three pieces a day…” John said as he read his own sticky note. Boston grumbled but picked up when he heard that there were also thirteen little eggs around the house and he was supposed to find them all. Once he was set down he ran around on his new mission to find the candy, he giggled as he went almost knocking over daddy’s vase in the front hall.
John decided to start cooking something a little more appropriate for breakfast than candy. While his pup ran around the house giggling and pouncing eggs John put some bacon in a pan and started to boil some eggs, finally popping some bread into the toaster and keeping an eye on the little cub having the time of his life. Soon Boston’s nose began to pick up on the food and twitched to get more of the scent.
John had just finished setting the table before he had felt a gentle tug at his pants. “Daddy? Hungry!” Boston smiled and licked his chops. John ruffled the fur on the top of his head. “I am almost done with breakfast champ, can you count all the eggs you found?” John brought some baskets of paper towel wrapped bacon over to the table and a bowl of hard boiled eggs as well. Boston laid down on his belly, well out of the way in a ray of soft sunlight, and began to count the eggs slowly. “One… Two… f-four… Uh-?” Boston was soon picked up and his eggs put into a bowl. “We can do it together after breakfast champ, for now I bet you are hungry huh?” Daddy asked and puppy nodded vigorously.
“Daddy? What those?” Boston said as he pointed to the boiled eggs in the center of the table. “They are hard boiled eggs, would you like to try some?” John asked as he cut a slice of one for the pup, who gladly excepted and began to eat. John smiled and chuckled a bit at the look on his son’s face as he chewed the egg. John got a napkin and asked his son to spit it out. “It’s an acquired taste, but since we have breakfast all squared away let’s get to counting those candies of yours eh? Then you can head out to the garden and play for a bit in the sun.” John said as he collected the dishes and started to clean them. “One… Two… F-four-“ “Nope, what comes after two?” “f-free?” “Yes! Th-three. Good job buddy keep going.”
Boston finished totalling his haul, with some difficulties but nothing daddy couldn’t help with, he smiled as he was let into the back yard. “Now you stay out of the mud and come get daddy when you need a change, ok? Good.” John gave his son a slight pat on the rear and let him out to play. Boston had to adjust his eyes a bit but smiled as he felt the soft sun on his face and he smelt the lilac bushes next to the door that where daddies favorite, even if they did make him sneeze lots.
The room smelled of oil, water, rust, and mold. Boston wriggled against the restraints off the table as he so desperately tried to get free, but the leather was made to keep you there, and so there he stayed. He whimpered as he wet his diaper again and it began to drip down the gurney or maybe it was just an old turn of the century hospital bed… It didn’t matter, he was now soggy and wet and as much as he hated to admit it he felt his diaper tent. “Let me out of here…” He whined in a defeated voice, “FUCKING LET ME GO!” He screamed into the empty black void around him. No one answered.

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So this is a commission for the worlds worst cub/mate/whatever. But I got an idea a while ago so I wanted to do something with it... Here you go cub :P