It was a tragic day at the barnyard. Ben, their leader, had just been killed after protecting the hens from coyotes, now the animals scrambled together in the barnyard to decide the next leader. Amongst the sea of rambling and concern Duke, the farmer's loyal sheepdog, shouts, ``Order here! Hey, am I bothering you? Let's get this meeting started.''
``Duke, who's gonna run the meeting?'' Peck, one of their roosters, asks.
``That's what the meetings about.'' Duke answers. Although, he quickly laments his poor choice of wording.
``The meetings about finding someone to run the meeting?! Is that a good idea?'' Freddy asks in whilst spazing out. Before he could be corrected someone else chimes in.
``We should have a meeting about it,'' Pip remarks lazily. Duke grabs his head, sighing. He quickly regains his composure and carries onward with the meeting.
``Someone's got to this we don't have Ben. Therefore, I'd like to nominate myself.'' Duke said. Unsurprisingly, there was immediate discern and objection from the barnyard's residents. He continues, ``Dogs are - listen to me - dogs are very watchful, loyal, and very protective!''
``And they wet themselves. I don't want a leader who can't use the potty.'' Pip adds.
``Yeah! Duke doesn't use the potty!'' Pig...the pig chants. It didn't take long for the entire barnyard to chant `Duke doesn't use the potty'. His ears perk up in confusion. What were they all talking about? His eyes trail down to a small puddle of pee around his hind paws. Sighing, he covers his face with a paw.
``Listen, I had a lot to drink thus morning and forgot to go. Can we just move on with the meeting?'' Duke asks. Sadly, they continued to chant `Duke doesn't use to the potty'. His efforts to quiet them fail, leading only to further irritation and embarrassment. Half-way through a rant, a faint hissing sounds quiets everyone. The puddle at Duke's feet kept getting larger and larger, pee flowing freely out of him.
``Duke, I think that's kinda why you can't be leader.'' Miles the donkey said.
``Bu-bu-bu-bu,'' Duke trails, completely red-faced. Miles shifts focus from Duke to everyone attending the meeting.
``Can someone take care of the puppy so we can actually have the meeting?'' Miles asks. Duke tries to protest that comment, though he's quickly beaten by two hooves raised. Newcomers to the barnyard, Bessie and Daisy, come onto the podium. A diaper bag drapes over Daisy's shoulder.
``We'll take it from here. He'll make great practice for when the little one arrives,'' Daisy said with a few pats to her pregnant stomach.
``Yeah, yeah, whatever. As much as I love morons making a fool of themselves, this is a bit much even for me.'' Bessie adds. Duke, unable to carry the weight of his shame any longer, attempts to run away. After a step and a half, Bessie grabs him by his tail. She yanks him onto the fresh diaper Daisy had just laid out. Then, Bessie steps away for her friend to take over for a tad bit.
Duke didn't resist any part of his diapering nor he did really dwell on it. Instead, his mind was focused on the crowd of his peers laughing at him. If he could, he would just crawl under a rock and hope no one finds him. Tears swell as he wishes that he could find the strength to just run away.
He flinches at the bottle of fresh milk being thrusted into his mouth. Before he knew could process it, milk had already started flooding his mouth and forcing him to swallow.
``That ought shut ya up for a bit.'' Bessie remarks.
``A little harsh Bessie, but that'll do it.'' Daisy adds. She pats Duke's padded crotch a few times, content with the job she'd done. From the way his legs were forcibly spread by the diaper, he'd have a cute little waddle when moving around but that's fine. Everyone loves pups with a cute waddle.
``If we're done here, we'll be on our way.'' Bessie asks. Daisy scoops Duke up into her arms, patting his head gently.
``We should be good. Hope you all have a nice meeting.'' Daisy said. With that, they leave the podium for Miles o take over the meeting. The padded canine blushes from some of the remarks of his peers.
``Awe isn't he cute.''
``At times like these, a good laugh is always needed.''
``Funny how he thought a puppy could be leader.''
``I know right, puppy of the barnyard is more like it.''
There was more but he drowned it all out, instead opting to continue drinking. A few tears return but they're quickly wiped away by Daisy. Her kind, loving, smile might've been the only saving grace of all this. She ruffles his head fur, stepping out of the barnyard with Bessie.
Duke might not have become the leader of the barnyard. He is, however, now the puppy of the barnyard.
