My Girlfriend is an Afghan Hound

My Girlfriend Is an Afghan Hound

My reincarnated girlfriend is no dog lover.

My name is Brad. I'm thirty-years-old, and Sheila is my girlfriend. I'm six-foot-four-inches tall, and have black hair with blue eyes.

Her of all people to be reincarnated as a dog, serves her right. She hated dogs. Even though when we first met, she said that she loved dogs, but she didn't. She lied about that just to get with me.

It's true, my girlfriend, Sheila, is a dog. She wasn't always a dog. Now, she's a real dog. Before the accident a gorgeous woman, she was pretty, really pretty. Also, before the accident, she had quite the body. She has a really hot body. Before the fatal accident, I loved her very much.

She still has a body but it is a different type of body. She has four legs, a long snout, big floppy ears, and a tail instead of two legs, normal ears, cute nose, and no tail. Still, looks are not everything. It is so true that beauty is only skin deep.

Nonetheless, even after I discovered that she didn't like dogs, and hated my dog, I loved her and would not leave her for anyone else. We are together forever, no matter what. With me a Leo the lion and loyal to a fault, she is my best friend, and my forever lover.

# # #

She has always had long, soft, beautiful multi-colored blonde hair that smelled like Spring. She still has beautiful hair, although now it is not as long. Her hair is more coarse than it was when I met her.

Also, her hair no longer smells like Spring. Her hair smells more like musty running shoes, especially when it gets wet. Honestly, she smells more like a dog than she does a woman.

She has a runner's body, tall, thin, and muscular. When she runs, her hair blows back from her face as if she's a model walking on a runway with a fan blowing her beautiful hair back from her face. She looks like the girl in one of those Irish Spring soap commercials where she is running towards her boyfriend in a meadow filled with flowers. Man, I love that look, when her face is flushed, the breeze is blowing back her hair, and her big C cup breasts are bouncing up and down and side to side.

She looks so hot like that. Whenever I see her out jogging, I want to pull my car over, push her down on the grass, strip her naked, and fuck her. She is truly a beautiful woman or, alas, was a beautiful woman.

# # #

Before the tragic and fatal truck accident, above and beyond the dog thing, we had a good relationship, that is, so long as I did whatever she told me to do, and did not take offense to her constant nagging. She is always trying to change my guy's bad habits. Such as when I make a mess in the bedroom, the living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen. She is always after me to pick up after myself.

"I'm not your mother, Brad. Pick up your own damn clothes," she said.

I made a face.

"Sheila, what's the big deal? It's just a wet bath towel, and my clothes that I wore yesterday," I said. "I'll pick them up later."

I picked up my t-shirt to smell it.

"Or the day before when she picked up some empty beer cans, and I dropped potato chip crumbs on the couch and didn't clean that up. Oh, wait, don't throw that beer can out. There's still beer in it," I said.

She was always nagging me about drinking too much beer, watching too much football, baseball, basketball, and hockey and having too many guys over. Like anyone can drink too much beer, watch too much football, baseball, basketball, and hockey, and have too many friends over. We have a big two bedroom apartment with a huge big screen television.

She's on me for playing too many video games. The game room downstairs fits lots of my drunken, sports buddies and video game players. We love playing Risk, Dungeons and Dragons, and poker. What's the problem?

When I wanted to buy season tickets to the Kansas City Chiefs, after my friend's father died, the only way that I could buy season tickets without having to go on a waiting list was to buy tickets from someone who died. Not understanding the football fan that I was, Sheila made a face. With the tickets a fraction of what I paid for her diamond engagement ring, even though they were exorbitantly priced, I could easily afford to buy them.

When she shook her head and made another face, I bought the tickets anyway. She didn't get it. She wasn't a football fan. She knew nothing about the intricacies of the game. Instead of going to football games alone, I'd be going with my friends. I wasn't about to allow her to deny me from watching NFL football games in person.

# # #

Born on a Friday, September 13th, Sheila is or was a Virgo. True to herself, as are many true Virgos, she was an anal creature of habit. Every day, she is out the door by 6 am jogging around the neighborhood before work. Every day, when she returns home an hour later, she has the same bitching complaints. She complains about one of our neighbors flashing her his naked, erect cock as she runs by his house.

"That perverted guy waits for me every morning. He stands in his doorway and when he sees me coming, he walks out to his front lawn and bends at the waist to pick up his newspaper as I run by him. Of course, he is wearing only a bathrobe that opens to his waist and that exposes to me his erect prick and his dangling testicles. Every morning it is the same thing. I've seen his erect cock more times than I have seen your big dick," she said with a dirty laugh.

Another one of our neighbors has a dog, a fat Bulldog that chases her as she jogs by his house. Fortunately, she is faster than the dog but she never knows from which bush the dog will bolt out of the next time.

"If I had a gun, I would shoot that dog. Every morning, he scares the shit out of me chasing after me barking in that stupid, muffled bark that he makes that sounds like he is choking. I'm just glad he never goes past his property line. They must have an electronic fence or something," she said.

I shook my head.

"Nah, he's just territorial," I said. "If you stopped jogging and walked by him, he would stop chasing you. The dog is probably a male and is just guarding his property. The fact that he sees you running away makes him think that he has done his job and has chased you away, again."

I laughed at her ignorance when it came to dog behavior. She was no Caesar Millan, the Dog Whisperer.

# # #

"Then, if I see another person run through a stop sign without stopping, I swear that I am going to run out in front of their car. I am so sick of having to pause my stride and jog in place while waiting to see if these assholes are going to stop for the stop sign, and for me or not," she said.

As soon as she arrives home from her hour-long jog, she showers and dresses before she has her one cup of black coffee, a piece of toast with strawberry jam on it, a small glass of orange juice, and one hard boiled, ten-minute egg. Every morning it is the same routine. I could set my clock by the time she leaves and the time she returns home. And I swear that if I cook the egg for 9 minutes or 11 minutes, she would know.

"What did you do to my egg?"

I imagined her pushing her plate away from her orange juice.

"I can't eat this."

I made a face while tossing the egg in the trash.

"Sorry Sheila, I tried making it down to the kitchen but I was in the bathroom and then the dog wanted to go out. I guess I overcooked it but it must have only been 1 minute more than the 10 minutes that you insist your egg to be cooked," I said. "Let me make you another one. It will only take ten minutes."

She looked at her watch.

"No thanks, I have to get to work," she said leaving for work.

# # #

With the dog greeting her when she was leaving, she ignored the dog.

"I hate that smelly dog," she said while leaving. "I wish you would get rid of him."

She looked down at my dog, Rocky.

"I hate dogs," she said, closing the door behind her.

Rocky is an adorable mixed mutt of poodle and cocker spaniel that I picked up at the dog pound one day. I had Rocky years before I met Sheila. Trust me, don't tell her this, but Sheila would go before my dog, Rocky, would.

I love that dog. With dogs and babies chick magnets, if I remember correctly, Rocky is how I met Sheila. She walked over to Rocky at the park one day.

"Oh, what a cute puppy," she said, squatting down with her knees parted to pat him.

She looked up at me flashing her pearly whites and smiling all cute and pretty with her long, beautiful multi-colored hair. Along with her pearly whites, she flashed me an up-skirt peek of her bright, white panties along with a down blouse view of her long line of sexy cleavage, and her low-cut bra. I loved seeing her sexy lingerie.

"Is he your dog?" she asked?

When she looked up at me while smiling, and made prolonged eye contact, not wanting to risk missing this sexual opportunity, with women exhibitionists, and men voyeurs, I squatted down for a better look of her exposed panties. Careful that she didn't catch me looking, staring actually, I stared at her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her trimmed patch of blonde hair through her sheer panties. After seeing her bra and panties, I'll be jerking off over her tonight.

"He's no puppy, he'll be fourteen-years-old next month," I said.

I chuckled at the thought of Rocky being a puppy. Boy, for someone who has a master's degree and a law degree, that I found out later, she was really dumb when it came to dogs.

So, why do you ask, am I still with Sheila if she is such a pain in the ass, especially when it comes to dogs, and me picking up after myself? Simple. Having sex with her is incredible.

Never have I experienced sex like this before. I mean, I have had porn star sex before, but sex with Sheila is way better. Besides that, she gives me the best blowjob, bar none, that I have ever had in my life.

When she sucks my cock, I can feel the cum flowing up from my feet. She is like a Dyson vacuum. She does not remove my cock from her mouth until she licks clean. With her allowing me to cum in her mouth, and her loving to swallow, not a drop of cum is missed.

# # #

Then, it happened. True to her thinking, Sheila walked out in front of an SUV that had no intention of stopping at the stop sign to allow her to jog across. The force of the impact, a two-ton vehicle hitting a one-hundred-fifteen-pound woman was fatal.

She was thrown more than fifty-feet and died instantly when her head slammed down full force and bounced on the street. Fortunately, there was a witness who called the police. The driver, a woman talking and texting on her cell phone, stopped to see if Sheila was okay and, when she found out that she was dead, she became hysterical.

Sheila was the woman who I wanted to marry and spend the rest of my life with together as husband and wife. With us already talking about how many children we wanted to have, and what type of house we wanted to buy, I had already picked out a ring to surprise her with on her birthday in a few months. I broke down when the police told me of her death.

How do I prepare for something like that? She was so vibrant, so healthy, and so much a part of my life. It is not the same without her.

I packed up her clothes and donated them to Goodwill. I threw out the rest of her possessions, toothbrush, hair brush, makeup, photos, and coffee mug. I didn't want to be reminded of her. I needed to forget her.

# # #

The house is so quiet without her. Now, even though she is not there to nag me to clean up after myself, I hear her voice in my head. Now, in honor of her, I pick up my clothes and do not make a mess. She would have been proud of me for cleaning up the crumbs that I left on the couch after tossing out my empty beer bottles.

I no longer have my friends over. I'm not in the mood to spend mindless hours watching sports. I don't play video games or board games. No longer drinking beer, I just sit quietly in my apartment sipping a cup of black coffee while thinking about Sheila.

Then, a week later, making me even more miserable, Rocky passed. No longer having to leave the house to walk home, I became a hermit. He was a great companion and I never realized how much I would miss him until he was gone.

I did the same with my dog as I did with my deceased girlfriend. I threw out his bed and his water and food bowls. I threw out all of his toys, and his dog food. Except for keeping pictures of him, I didn't want anything to remind me of him.

Now, alone in my apartment without a girlfriend and without my dog, my two best friends in the world suddenly ripped from my life, I was sad. I was depressed. I never realized how my life would be without them.

My friends continued calling me, and coming by trying to console me, keep me company, and cheer me up but I was too depressed. It was not until Sheila's best friend, Donna, arrived at my house with a dog that I finally perked up. I couldn't believe she bought me a dog. Never thinking of buying another dog, the best way to get over my dead pet was to buy another one.

# # #

Little did I know, until Donna stepped forward and came into my life, the best way to get over a deceased girlfriend, is to get another girlfriend. Donna was as good looking as Sheila. She had a phenomenal body, too.

Something that I never knew, Donna had always been sexually attracted to me. With her five-foot-nine-inches tall, three inches taller than Sheila, and six-foot tall with her high heels, she was the perfect height for my six-foot-four-inch-frame. Moreover, she loved dogs. With me working from home writing software code for a gaming company, my favorite part of the day was when we walked the dog while holding hands or walking with my arm around her.

Instead of having blonde hair and blue eyes, she had long, straight, black hair, and big, brown, beautiful, and expressive eyes. Instead of having Sheila's saggy C cup breasts, Donna had firmer D cup breasts. Unbelievably with Donna a dancer instead of a jogger, she had a better ass than Sheila. Never noticing before, I noticed her now.

# # #

"Freddie," said Donna, "when you fall off of a horse, you have to pick yourself up and mount him again."

'Yeah, right,' I thought. 'Tell that to Christopher Reeves who played Superman and became paralyzed when he fell from his horse. He'd never be getting on a horse again.'

I sat on the floor to greet and pet my dog.

"Hey, buddy," I said.

I smiled down at her with loving affection. I already loved this dog. Even though she was just a puppy, there was something special about her.

"I was at the pet store and I saw this beautiful dog," she said looking down at the dog that she held by a red, leather leash. "The more that I looked at the dog, with them having the same color hair, the more that the dog reminded me of Sheila, my best friend," said Donna.

Knowing the dog was expensive, I looked at her.

"How much did you pay for the dog," I asked.

She made a face and waved her hand.

"Nonsense," she said. "I paid two-thousand-five-hundred-dollars but this is my treat.".

She started to cry and she made me cry. Now, we were both crying with the dog standing there between us.

# # #

Basically, I thought Donna was nuts and was just grieving for the loss of her best friend to have imagined that a dog, this dog, looked like Sheila. The dog was a dog and looked nothing like my deceased girlfriend, Sheila. Okay, you could make the comparison that the dog was an Afghan hound and had long, beautiful, multi-colored hair, and was a graceful runner like Sheila. As soon as I made the comparison, I saw the resemblance.

'Oh, my God, this dog could be Sheila reincarnated,' I thought.

So, there we were; the two of us, Donna and me, holding one another and bawling like a couple of babies. Then, I don't remember if I kissed her or if she kissed me, but we kissed and kissed, again, until we were making out like horny teenagers at the movies. I had my hand all over her D cup tits through her blouse and her bra with my other hand feeling her shapely ass through her short skirt and panties.

My hand was up her top and up her inside of her bra feeling her big naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples while she fondled my growing erection. French kissing one another, while making out with her, I felt her through her clothes and slowly undressed her. I stripped her naked. I touched, felt, fondled, and groped her naked body everywhere. She unbuttoned, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down to my ankles along with my underwear.

Then, something I didn't expect her to do, she moved to her knees, and engulfed my cock in her mouth with a hungry lust that I have never experienced. Unbelievably, giving me a better blowjob than Sheila, she sucked my cock like she was dying of starvation and my prick was her only meal. I pushed her back and we fucked right there on the living room carpet like dogs in heat. I pounded her pussy until the dog barked when she was cumming. While hoping that she was on the pill, and she was, that was when I let go a huge, hot load of cum in her pussy.

# # #

I don't know if the dog did not understand what we were doing or if she thought that I was hurting Donna or Donna was hurting me but she bit the both of us. First, she bit Donna on her ass, and then she nipped me in the balls. Donna's bite was worse. She had to leave to seek medical attention. As the dog had not had all of her shots yet, she broke her skin.

After Donna returned from the emergency room, I thought to myself, boy she was right about getting back on the horse. First having another dog in my life and then getting sucked and fucked by Sheila's hot, best friend. Suddenly, I felt better. I felt like my old self, again. I was immediately in love.

I don't know if it was the few beers that I consumed later, but I decided to name the dog Sheila. It gave me comfort to name her after my deceased girlfriend. She would have liked that, maybe, not really, well, not at all. Okay, she'd really be pissed that I named a dog after her.

Drinking beer for beer, Donna drank beer with me. We drank the same brand. Where Sheila hated beer, and only drank white wine, Donna hated white wine, and only drank beer. She said that wine gave her the worst handovers.

I started to laugh. Maybe, it was the grief but I have never laughed as hard knowing how Sheila felt about dogs, and her best friend bought me a dog to replace Rocky. Instead of naming the dog, Rocky 2, after Sylvester Stallone's movie, and to give my dog her Sheila's name was, well, too funny.

Later that day, I bought Sheila a new and bigger bed, a food and water bowl, a better collar and leash, and a fifty-pound bag of puppy chow. Yet, sometime during the night, long after Donna left for home, Sheila climbed in bed with me. The warmth of her body felt good and comforting, against my body. Never allowing my dog to sleep in bed with me before, I allowed Sheila to sleep in bed with me now. No doubt later, weighing about sixty-pounds, she'd be too big to sleep with me in bed.

# # #

Before going to bed, I thought of the comparisons of Donna versus Sheila. Donna preferred her eggs scrambled. She likes beer instead of white wine. She liked playing video games. She enjoyed playing board games, Risk, and Dungeons and Dragons, too.

The biggest surprise, she not only liked football, she loved football. Growing up with three brothers, she knew as much about the game as I did. We not only liked the same football team, the Kansas City Chiefs but also, we like the same football player, Patrick Mahomes. We had the same football hats, and the same Patrick Mahomes football jerseys.

Whenever one of my friends could not make the game, I bought the ticket from him and took Donna to the game. My soulmate, quickly replacing Sheila, Donna was my new best friend. With her not nagging me over picking up after myself, which I now did anyway, I loved her more than I loved Sheila.

I remember reaching down and touching the dog's long, soft, beautiful multi-colored hair. It was all very surreal because, subconsciously, even though I was sleeping and dreaming, I still was aware that Sheila was dead. I loved this dog as much as I loved Sheila.

My entire body grew goose bumps when I thought that maybe, this dog is my girlfriend reincarnated.

'Nah, it can't be,' I thought.

Surprisingly, this is how I know, and am absolutely positive, by the evident proof, that Sheila, my Afghan hound, is Sheila my reincarnated girlfriend. First of all, as if she didn't want us to have sex, she bit Donna on the ass and me in the balls when we were having sex. Second, Sheila woke me up every day at exactly 6 am and wanted me to walk her.

What about that, huh? Coincidence you say and lots of dogs wake up at 6 am. Okay, then, what about this?

The first morning out, she broke loose from me when that Bulldog emerged from the bushes. She chased that little shit dog until she caught him and bit him on his ass. What do you say about coincidence, now? Yeah, okay, you could make the argument that it is just a dog chasing another dog. Then, what about this?

When we walked a little further, we saw the pervert guy in the bathrobe flashing a woman jogging by his house. Again, Sheila broke loose, knocked the guy down and bit him on his penis. I mean, Sheila was shaking this guy by his cock and this poor pervert was screaming bloody murder.

"I'm going to sue you! Oh, fuck! I'll sue you for everything you have! Oh, fuck! And, I'll make sure that they put this dog to death. Oh, fuck!"

This bastard was screaming while making all of these threats. I walked to him and leaned over him.

"You're going to do what," I asked?

I leaned down closer to him for him to hear me over the noise of Sheila growling at him with his cock in her mouth.

"You need to give me a little motivation for me to tell my dog to let go of your cock because if you don't, I'll tell her that it is okay to eat your little sausage," I said.

He pushed the dog away and grabbed his bloody penis.

"Okay, okay, I won't sue you," he said.

I gave him an angry look.

"That's good," I said, pulling Sheila off of him, "but that is not going to stop me from reporting you to the police."

I pulled out my cell phone, called the cops, and waited there with him in his bathrobe with Sheila growling at him every time he moved.

The town erected a four way stop sign and repainted the crosswalk. They dedicated the safety island in the middle, calling it Sheila's Way.

Donna and I have become a couple and Sheila has learned to accept her and us having loud sex. Now, every day, we make time to take Sheila to the park. With me already having the engagement ring that I originally bought for my deceased girlfriend, I got down on one knee and proposed to Donna. A few months later we were married. We bought a house that was closer to Arrowhead Stadium.

The End