Masters Bitch by Subdivisions of crassadon and @meiabeau
Every once and a while Derek would pick one of us. He said that the Therapist picked one of us out special, and then hed take one of us of by the hand. We never really learned what that meant though. Derek never elaborated, everyone who tried talking to the therapist one on one about it just came back with a dopey smile, and the special one never remembered what happened.
I was never opposed to being picked, but when Derek was leading me off by the hand, I was terrified! I didnt know if I would be a good enough boy, I didnt know why Id done to get picked especially, and I was completely worried that Id ruin it like the dumb, little toddler pup I am.
The therapist calmed me down as soon as I started talking to him though. He said that I was just going to be a good boy for him for a bit. He told me about what a good boy I was to get picked, and for some reason, I just smiled and nodded back at him.
I forget the rest of it, but I know that I had such fun being picked out especially, and I never doubted Derek or the therapist again.