Lenny the Mastiff and Scott Brody

Scott quickly climbed up the tree as the huge mastiff barked wildly at him, jumping in the air to try and catch him.

The preteen clung to the branch tightly, wincing as Lenny almost snapped his jaws on his butt. "Look, I'm sorry about kicking a soccer ball at your head! I swear it was an accident! I won't ever...

SNAP!

The branch he had been holding on to snapped off! Scott screamed as he fell and groaned upon hitting the ground. Lenny wasted no time and got in front of the boy, directly in his face. The English Mastiff was panting. Scott winced, smelling his bad breath.

SMACK!

Scott yelped when Lenny slapped his tongue on the side of his left cheek and dragged it upward, forcing one eye to close while the other widened in surprise as his cheek rolled up.

Lenny continued to drag his tongue up Scott's face, copious amounts of drool spraying in to the air each time it flicked off. Scott giggled and reached out his hands to ruffle the dog's neck. Lenny loved being petted like that and proceeded to thank Scott by giving him a full face wash, dragging his tongue from the bottom of the boy's chin all the way up to his forehead repeatedly, causing his hair to slick back.

"Alright, boy, cut it out for a sec!" Scott cried. Lenny stopped licking him and gave a joyous, booming bark as a way of telling his new friend that he was glad to have met him. Scott winced a little at the volume of the bark but he understood what Lenny was indicating and said "You never wanted to hurt me; you just wanted to play, right, boy?"

Lenny answered with another resounding bark. Scott smiled, got to his feet and walked over to his soccer ball which he had left lying nearby. He gently kicked it to Lenny who leapt up and began to nudge the ball along the ground with his muzzle. Scott was amazed at how quickly the dog was able to do this but then again, he shouldn't have been surprised, given how big he was.

The two played back-and-forth with the soccer ball until Scott flopped onto the ground saying "that's all for now, boy; I'm exhausted!" Lenny was happy to hear him say that as it meant he was in a position to be licked some more. He walked over to where the boy lay and began to mop his tongue all over Scott's face again "Hey, I didn't say that you should..." Scott started to say but as Lenny alternated between both cheeks causing them to bounce up with each lick, the boy began to laugh and decided to submit to the lick-fest.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Scott's laughter got louder and louder as his freckled cheeks were squished upward over and over again by Lenny's gargantuan tongue. The dog's breath still stunk but Scott knew that his efforts would be fruitless if he tried to push the behemoth off him. So, he just lay there as limp as a ragdoll and let his new furry friend give him as much affection as he wanted to.

Indeed, Lenny wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

After weeks of living at the shelter, eagerly wagging his thick tail at every boy and girl that came in with their parents looking for a dog, no one had chosen him! So, Lenny had decided that it was time to take matters into his own paws and had gone to the park early that day to find himself an owner. After a morning of no luck, he finally had himself a boy!

As his massive pink tongue continuously passed over the boy's face, Scott was having thoughts of his own. Since Lou's mysterious disappearance four months prior, he had been begging his parents for another dog but they were reluctant. However, Lenny was such a slobbery, loveable and energetic mutt that no matter what it took, Scott was going to convince them to let him keep the mastiff!

Presently, Lenny had to catch his breath for a minute and gave the boy a break. Scott's cheeks were flushed and his slicked-back hair was sticky with drool. "Before, I take you home, I have to clean myself up!" he joked.

Luckily, Scott had packed a towel in his duffel bag. He got it out and used it to wipe his hair clean. Scott then took out his water bottle and gulped down about half of it. He thought that the mastiff must be thirsty as well but unfortunately, he didn't have anything to pour the water into for him. Scott thought for a moment, then grinned. Lenny watched curiously as the boy grabbed the bottle's cap handle in his teeth, cupped his hands and dumped the rest of the water into his palms. Knowing what he was meant to do, Lenny bounded over and began slurping up the water from the boy's hands. "That's a good boy" Scott said encouragingly "drink it all down!"

When the last drop of water was gone, Lenny licked Scott's hands as a way of indicating that he was thankful for the drink. "Hehehe, you're welcome, boy". "Say..." Scott cried, suddenly remembering something important that he'd forgotten to ask. He looked at the dog "What's your name?" he asked. "I can't just keep calling you 'boy' all the time."

Scott began to wonder how he could find out. Then he looked up to see the dog picking up a sheet of paper that was laying nearby. Lenny had been waiting for Scott to ask him this question and had brought a paper from the shelter with all of his information on it in anticipation of the moment. He dropped the sheet at Scott's feet; the boy picked it up and began to read. When he was finished, Scott asked "Lenny, that's your name?" Lenny barked, indicating that it was.

"Well, Lenny..." Scott continued; "It's going to take some convincing to persuade my parents but one way or another, you're going to be my dog!"

Lenny gave a joyous bark and leapt foward, tackling his would-be owner to the ground. He started slobbering all over Scott's cheeks again, stretching them like putty. "Hey, watch the hair!" Scott said laughing "I just got it dry!"

Lenny passed his tounge over the boy's face again and again, getting it completely soaked with drool. "it's a good thing I brought that towel" Scott thought to himself as he laughed boyishly underneath the dog's gargantuan tongue. After several more minutes of licking, Scott cried "Okay, if you sit here and lick me all day, I won't be able to take you my place to meet my mom and dad!"

Lenny knew that his friend was right and got off him. Scott stood up and wiped his face clean. Then, after he had put all his belongings back in his bag, he and Lenny headed for his house.

When they got there, neither of Scott's parents were home but luckily, he had a house key. In the kitchen, Scott told Lenny that he would find something for him to eat. After looking through both the fridge and the pantry, the boy sighed and said "sorry, Lenny but the only meaty product we have at the moment is chicken soup."

Lenny barked "Oh, that'll be fine?" Scott said. "Well, alright then; coming right up!" He opened the can and poured the contents into a bowl. After heating it up in the microwave, he set it down on the floor in front of the mastiff

Lenny immediately began lapping away at the soup noisily. Flecks of broth flew into the air as he hungrily drank. While Lenny was enjoying his meal, Scott sat down at the table and pulled off his cleats and socks. "Ahhhh, that's better!" he sighed as he began to rub his right foot, inserting his finger between each toe.

Soon, Lenny finished off the soup and proceeded to lick the bowl clean. When there wasn't a trace of soup left, he looked up to see what Scott was doing. His attention was immediately drawn to the boy's bare feet. Without hesitation, Lenny rushed over and began passing his tongue over Scott's right sole.

Now, Scott's feet were very ticklish so it wasn't long before he started howling with laughter "HAHAHAHAHA, NOOOOOO, NOT THERE! LENNY HEHEHEHEHEHE! PLEASE, I'M TOOOOOO TICKLISH!!!!!!!!!"