Knotted By My Brother's Dog
My brother’s dog hated my guts. But now that I was carrying his puppies, maybe that would change.
I'd just moved out of my apartment as my boyfriend and I were splitting up. Since I had nowhere to go, my brother, Mark, let me move in temporarily with him.
Mark and I had always been close, but he'd recently acquired a large Rottweiler, Rex, who eyed me suspiciously from the first moment he laid eyes on me.
I really don't know why he didn't like me, but there was no doubt about it, he hated my guts.
If I got anywhere near him, he'd growl. Mark said he was just being an idiot and that he wouldn't hurt a flea, but I had my doubts.
Everything came to a head one Saturday night. Mark was off with one of his girlfriends and I was left home alone.
Alone with Rex.
Everywhere I went, he'd follow, a scowl written all over his face. He was watching me. Likely he didn't trust me as much as I didn't trust him.
But the moment I stepped into the bathroom, everything changed. He went from following me - to attacking me.
The moment I pulled down my pants, he was on me. I thought he was going to kill me or something. But what he had in mind was worse.
The first thing he did was stick his nose between my legs as I sat on the toilet and shove them apart.
"Rex, no! Go away!" I shouted, but he was too insistent. He wasn't going to stop.