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A few weeks ago I found myself facing a decision. While traveling across the country I came across a little dog, a dog that was half starved, covered in fleas, and severely dehydrated. I had watched this little dog scamper across a parking area and nearly get run over by two large tractor-trailers. He then whimpered as he ran up to the back door of a warehouse and scratched on the back door.

It was extremely hot outside so I hopped out and poured the little guy the only liquid I had available, a soft drink I had been drinking. He lapped up the sugary thirst-quencher like it was the only drink he had tasted in his whole life. I walked around and asked anyone I could find if they knew whom the dog belonged to. No one knew.

I soon realized the little dog was following my every step. There was no need for a leash, no worry that he might stray to one of the people I was talking to, he was by my side and wasn’t about to leave me. I then gave the dog what little food I had in my truck, a bag of pizza combos. He ate them up in a frenzy.

I asked, no I believe I begged, for someone to take care of the dog or try to find a home for him. After all, I was traveling across the country; I didn’t need the burden of taking care of a starving puppy. My pleas were to no avail however. No one would step up to the responsibility. No one wanted to bother with a small little animal.

As I walked back to my truck, the dog matching my steps, I thought about just simply leaving. Surely someone would take him. I couldn’t be bothered with this; he was just an animal after all. But, as I approached the driver’s side door, I could see the dog, his paws perched up of the step rails of the vehicle as if he were pleading go with me. "Fuck it," I think were the words I said aloud. I picked up the dog and tossed him over to the passenger seat.

Lucky for me there was a Wal-Mart close by, and that was our first stop. Leaving him in the truck, with the air conditioner running, I ran in quickly to get a few supplies. Some flea and tick treatment, dog food, bottled water, and a cheap leash were the items I grabbed as quickly as I could.

For the next week the dog and I traveled to New York City, Boston, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, Indianapolis, Grand Rapids, Cincinnati, Louisville, and all points in between. For the first two days he simply slept, hardly moving from the passenger seat that he claimed as a bed. When I would stop to eat I bought him kid’s meals, thinking it might give him some energy. Hamburgers, fries, and corn dogs were on the menu and before long he was running and playing whenever we would come to a rest stop.

The fleas gone, his belly full, he was a different animal. He would run as fast as he could, play and bark, but always not far from my side. Once, after going inside a store to pay for fuel, people told me the dog was howling and whimpering when he lost sight of me. Whenever I would walk back to the truck, I could see him inside, jumping, tail wagging, and simply joyful to see me.

I would always stop at places I could see had a place for him to run around and exercise … rest stops, truck stops, large parking lots. When we would get out, for him to run and play, he always stayed by me. Large trucks would be running, their engines loud and clattering. I would see him pause, for just a second, then continue walking with me. He wasn’t about to lose sight of me, no matter how loud or scary the surroundings were.

Eventually we made it home and he now has a nice big yard to play in and pretty much the run of the house. The whole time I’ve had him, he never messed or peed in the house or vehicle. Whenever I come home, he is waiting for me and is the first to greet me in the driveway. His excitement is apparent, his body squirms as his tail rapidly sways back and forth. He jumps up and down, like he wants to leap into my arms, and he gives this strange little howl like he’s trying to talk to me and welcome me home.

It occurs to me that this little being’s devotion and love is pure. No matter how bad a day I’ve had, no matter what mood I may be in, his tail is always wagging. There are no complicated emotions clouding the relationship. He is not lured by desire or swayed by greener pastures. From the time I stepped out of my truck and gave him a simple drink, he trusted and was devoted. I believe if he could, he would stand by my side through anything or go anywhere.

I wonder if that type of devotion is possible in humans. I know that is what I want. I want to be that devoted to someone, and to have that same type of honesty and trust bestowed on me. I think sometimes we as people over think our relationships. We put too much emphasis on the material parts of our lives and don’t think of the simple truths. What bliss there must be to simply love, to feel uncontrollable joy to see someone come home from a trip, to want to be by someone’s side always.

Perhaps it’s something to strive for, but can never be achieved. Perhaps our minds our too complex for such simple pleasures. Still, I hope it’s out there.

Being Honest with Each Other

If you’re one of those subs that is perfectly willing to submit, as long as I do what you say, I’m probably not the Dom for you. I’ve found that trying to top from the bottom seems to be prevalent among some, but it’s just plain dishonest. I try to be up front with who I am and what I want. If what I say is not what you are seeking, or not what you are into, that’s fine. To each his own. But, recently I’ve found those who say one thing, then, as the relationship progresses, reveal contradictory ideas and try their best to change who I am.

I admit I’m stubborn and set in My ways, but I try to be open to new ideas and experiences. The problem is those who are not honest about what they are seeking. I’m not just talking about sexual ideas, but everyday life as well. They end up revealing that they do not like the things that I enjoy, and try to say that I am wrong. It’s like Me saying My favorite color is Blue and the person I am in a relationship says "I like blue as well," only later to say, "That is wrong. Red has to be your favorite color."

My latest relationship recently ended not over one big dramatic issue, but a combination of many smaller issues. In each, both sexual and everyday life, I felt I had been clear as to what My needs and desires were before our relationship progressed. We had come to an "agreement" before hand, only as things evolved the agreement was slowly chipped away.

As I say in My profile, I try to be fair. I believe compromise is a big part of any relationship. Finding common ground gives satisfaction to both parties involved. No two people are going to like exactly the same things or feel the same about a situation. It's part of building a relationship. But honesty is essential, especially in this type of lifestyle. Being dishonest with your feelings will only lead to disappointment in both people involved.

I’m at a point in My life where I know what I want. Perhaps My goals are unobtainable, and I will have to compromise in certain areas, but the key to this is everyone being honest with each other and to themselves. I feel like a few will simply agree with someone with the idea that they can change them later as the relationship develops, but believe Me, this just leaves everyone feeling unfulfilled.

I just found out that I have one more day off, then I'm on the road again. At least this time I'm heading south and not north. Nothing against the north, I've just traveled about every road above the Mason-Dixon Line over the past two months and it gets boring. This will be something different, a change in scenery.
Of my travels in Yankee territory I have to say Massachusetts the most pleasurable.  I went down the Cape and found everyone very nice.  It was very beautiful country.
My worst experience was New York City.  Driving a truck through the Big Apple is a nightmare, and you can expect on getting nowhere fast.  I had to overnight on Staten Island in a back alley where there were liquor bottles and trash scattered about.  As soon as I stopped, a beggar came up and asked for money (Oh joy).  Apparently there was a large hole in the road next to where I had stopped and the city had placed a metal plate over the hole until it could be repaired.  The problem is that every time a car drove over the metal plate it made a loud bang, like a gunshot.  I kept waking up in the middle of the night thinking I was being shot at.  The next morning I awoke, made sure my truck had not been tagged, then made my stop and got the hell out of there. 
The most beautiful area I traveled through were the mountains of Maryland and West Virginia.  They make for slow going, but the scenery is breathtaking. 
Another thing I miss when I’m up north is food.  :D  I’m a southerner, and I love my biscuits and gravy, sweet tea, and fried chicken.  When traveling north, you get to a point where if you ask for sweet tea they look at you like you have a third eye growing in the middle of your forehead.  Bagels are fine, but to a southern man they are just stale doughnuts with no sugar on them.  Take me to the land of barbecue and fried okra.  
I’m hoping that after I’m sent south, they will turn me towards the West Coast.  Love that area. 

Is it weird that one of my balls is bigger than the other two?  I mean ... uhm ... really?

Just kidding :) All three of my balls are the same size.  :D

True honesty is a tough thing. No one is truthful all the time. Such things as manners, tastefulness, and emotions always compromise honesty. Like I said in my profile, if someone asks me how cute his or her baby is, I’m always going to say it’s adorable no matter how ugly I think it is. Gender tends to complicate honesty as well. If a woman asks me if she looks good in a certain dress, unless I know you really well, I’m probably going to say it looks awesome, even if it’s dreadful. However, if a guy asks how a shirt looks, I’m going to either tell him the truth or to "fuck off" depending on the situation. J

Those who try to be "tell it like it is" honest tend to be labeled "assholes" by those around them. There is such a thing as too much. It is a social dance we play everyday between friends, family, and even total strangers.

A relationship is different, especially in this lifestyle. It is essential to be truthful and communicate each other’s needs and desires, as well as limits. Anything less will be at the least unfulfilling, and in some situations, even dangerous.

I’ve had many relationships in my life, some ending mutually as friends, others not so much. Some of my failures were admittedly my fault (youth gets in the way of wisdom sometimes), while others were beyond my control. Each time, trust was broken, and when that dam bursts it is hard to repair the leaks. It always started with a lack of communication, and not being truthful with one another.

I want someone I can tell the truth to when she asks about the dress she is wearing. I want someone to tell me how dreadful my shirt is. I want to be able to tell someone anything … anything at all … and that person to be able to do the same with me.

My TV is dead and I am bored as hell.  Back to work tomorrow and it's sad to say I'm actually looking forward to it. 

I am home one day and I have to fix the back door, washing machine, and mow the yard.  Need to go back to work so I can rest. 

This bears repeating ....

"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world"

After a week I'm finally home.  At least my dogs missed me. They have both decided to lay on the couch with me. Normally I'd be mad, but devotion deserves a reward.  So, here I am, my loyal k-9 friends to keep me company.  It's good to be home. 

I'm sitting on My porch watching it snow.  The yard is white, the roads are covered, and everything outside is quiet. My dogs are hovering inside, refusing to step out in the cold weather.  Do you know why? Because they hate snow about as much as I do.  If there is a hell, surely it isn't bathed in fire, but knee deep in cold, fluffy whiteness.

My Favorite Quotes

"I never knew a Dame that didn''t understand a slap in the mouth, or a slug from a 45." – Play it Again, Sam

"All I have is a piece of hard rock candy. But it's not for eatin'. It's just for lookin' through." – The Outlaw Josey Wales

"Marry an outdoors woman. Then if you throw her out into the yard on a cold night, she can still survive." – W.C. Fields

"Oh, my beloved ice-cream bar. How I love to lick your creamy center." – Ren and Stimpy

Wise Sayings

"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world."

"The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it."

"In order to be someone, you must first be yourself."

"Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness."

"The mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work unless it’s open."

"The best mind-altering drug is truth."

"The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them."

As I sit here, I find Myself pondering one of life's most profound mysteries, one that has plagued mankind for many, many years.  The question has bewildered all walks of life - both young and old, male and female.  It is a query that mystifies all, yet there is still no resolution.  How many licks DOES it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop?  The world may never know.