Dog Things
by Heel
Copyright© 2025 by Heel
Humor Story: A broken leg shouldn’t stop her from walking Sarah, her lively Samoyed—but managing a spirited dog on crutches is easier said than done. When a stranger with his German Shepherd steps in to help, chaos turns into laughter, and a simple walk becomes a lesson in trust, kindness, and unexpected friendship.
Caution: This Humor Story contains strong sexual content, including Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Torture Foot Fetish Leg Fetish .
The Samoyed pulled hard on the leash. She had sniffed something interesting in the grass and was trying to get to it. Apparently, she had no intention of listening to her owner’s shouts, who was making desperate attempts to hold her back. The dog paused for a moment and wagged her tail while nudging an empty tin can with her nose.
“Sarah, stop pulling! Bad dog! You’ll hurt me, Sarah, don’t you understand!” the woman shouted, puffing nervously. A drop of sweat rolled down her forehead. The fluffy Samoyed looked at her over her shoulder with a sort of surprised expression.
“Don’t look at me like that, I’ll spank you on the butt any second now!” The animal couldn’t care less, moved toward the nearby bushes, where a bird was flitting about.
The woman shuffled on her good leg, shifting abruptly forward her crutches. If she had been a second slower, she probably would have collapsed onto the asphalt, as she had made the unwise decision to wrap the end of the leash around her wrist. She gripped the handles tightly and leaned forward. Her balance looked anything but stable.
“Sarah, sweetheart, don’t do that!” This time the dog didn’t even look at her. “If you don’t listen, we’re going home immediately!”
A minute of relative calm followed, during which the woman managed to approach the dog with a few small hops. She tried to keep the leash slightly slack, but it was very, very difficult. Thirty-kilogram Sarah was young, only two years old, and full of energy.
In the distance, thunder cracked. The dark clouds, however, were still far away.
She glanced at her plastered right leg, hanging lifelessly between the crutches. The immobilized knee, bent at a right angle, was already throbbing with pain. Was it time to go back? But Sarah still hadn’t finished her business...
“Sarah, hurry up, for God’s sake!” Walks that used to bring her joy had turned into pure torture. For at least another fifteen minutes, she would have to stay alert, shuffling awkwardly to accommodate her chaotic pet. On top of that, some kids were snickering as they watched her desperate attempts to maintain balance. She shot them a nasty look, but they didn’t hide their cheeky smiles.
Then Sarah calmed down, but the walk didn’t become any easier for the young woman, as her injured knee protested with every sudden movement.
And then things got worse. A man was approaching, walking a large German Shepherd on a leash. The shepherd’s ears were perked up, and she clearly intended to rush toward Sarah.
“Sarah, stay still! Stay!” the woman called anxiously as she felt a strong pull. But the Samoyed kept dragging.
She shuffled forward but couldn’t properly support herself on the crutches and stumbled. Her plaster-covered heel scraped the asphalt, and her calf went into a painful spasm. A moment later, she ended up in the arms of the shepherd’s owner, who clearly had quick reflexes.
“Excuse me,” the woman said as she watched one of her crutches fall to the ground.
“No need to apologize,” the man replied, helping her stand on her healthy leg and handing her back the crutch. Meanwhile, the two dogs were licking each other’s muzzles, wagging their tails in friendly fashion.
“It’s dangerous to walk a dog on a leash in that condition. Did you hit yourself?”
“I don’t want to deprive Sarah of her walk. Thank you for catching me. Otherwise, I would have fallen.”
“Give me the leash; I’ll walk both dogs. No problem—they like each other.”
The dogs continued to play, now more calmly. The woman sighed with relief, finally able to move without difficulty or risking her health.
“What’s your puppy’s name?”
“Skerr.”
“Skerr? Strange name.”
“It’s Reks backwards. Annoying that all German Shepherds are named Reks. I wanted to break the stereotype.”
“Ha-ha, clever. How old is he?”
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