The lost pup part 1
He was lost. He wasn’t sure how he’d become lost, but he knew he didn’t know where he was, and he wasn’t sure where home was. He was searching, the scents around him were not familiar, the noises unknown, the air didn’t smell right. He was lost. He sat for a moment and looked around hoping to see something, someone familiar but there was nothing. He had a bag with him, a backpack, checking that he found his pup mask – no, the thought, that’s not right it’s a hood, that was the right word -- he assumed it was his and with it, a tail, with some lube and a few jocks but nothing else. He didn’t know what any of that meant. He packed it all back into the bag, he didn’t know why he had these things, but he knew that if he had them, he had them for a reason. He felt his pockets and could not find a wallet or phone or anything, his pockets were empty. He stood up and slung the bag over his shoulder and as he did, he felt something bounce against his nec...