My Dogs Name Is Buck, And He Likes To Fuck

When I turned 18 I moved out of my parents’ house and moved to a small rural town. I rented a small house on a country road. The only people I really talked to was my mom and dad when they called me a few times a week. So I grew accustomed to solitude. I kept to myself at the local diner where I worked as a waitress. I made decent money there. I got paid just above minimum wage there, but I got a lot of tips because of my good looks. I was about 5’5 and had long, blonde hair which I usually wore up in a ponytail. My long, slender legs looked great in the robin’s egg blue dress I wore as a uniform. The dress came a little above my knees. It was low cut so it showed cleavage, my perky c-cup boobs always bounced when I walked. There was always a smile on my pretty face, revealing my straight, white teeth which I was very proud of (after 4 years of having braces I was hoping the results would be satisfactory). Not only did I have an attractive exterior I had lovely personality. I was very bubbly, and always happy to serve the customers. I always got large tips from men, and decent tips from women.
About six months after I moved in I got very lonely and depressed. I saw a therapist in a nearby city and he recommended I get a companion, such as a dog or cat. The next day I called my landlord and asked if it would be alright for me to keep a dog in the house. She wasn’t crazy about the idea. But after I explained how lonely I was she related because she was recently divorced and got a dog herself to keep her company. I drove to the animal shelter down the road to pick out a dog. I knew I wanted a fully grown dog so I wouldn’t have to house train it. When I pulled into the parking lot I could hear dogs barking. As I walked into the small building a short, plump woman whose name tag read “Meredith” greeted me.
“What can I do for you today?” she asked.
“I’d like to adopt a dog, an adult preferably.” I figured they wouldn’t have many puppies anyway, being that they’re the most desired at the shelter.
“Do you know if you want a large dog, or a small dog?” Meredith inquired.
“I would like a large dog” I replied quickly. I knew I wanted a large dog because I figured I might as well get a dog that could protect me if needed. I felt very vulnerable in my little house. My closest neighbor was at least 1.5 miles away.
“Right this way” Meredith led me down the hall. There were two doors in this hall, I assumed behind one was a room holding the small dogs, and the other holding large dogs. The cats must’ve been house on the opposite side of the building because I highly doubted they would keep the cats in the same room as the dogs. Meredith used the keys dangling from her hip to unlock the door on the right. “I’ll be at the front desk if you need anything. Feel free to open the kennels, but please only let one dog out at a time.” She turned and walked away, I opened the door and walked into the kennel room.