Please Go Out With Me.
.
"Come on, lets go for a walk"

She just looked at me.

"Please? Just a quick walk 'round the park. You like the park."

She shuffled uneasily and wouldn't look me in the eye.

"What the fucks wrong with you? It's only a bloody walk."

She lifted her head and finally looked at me. Her big brown eyes swam with unshed tears.

"OK. If you won't go out with me - how about Chris?" (Chris is my brother) "You've always liked him"

She didn't make a sound. I was starting to get annoyed.

"Right you bitch. I'm going to get a bloody collar and leader and DRAG you. You're going out with me and that's final!"

Tanna sighed and got to her feet, all six tits swaying gently. It had been two weeks since she'd given birth and she refused to leave her pups except for a quick shit. The vet had said it's time to get her moving.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 13:11, 4 replies)

The Vet
was ninjaed in there. I saw you.
(Ethelred is watching cheese grow, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 13:16, closed)

True
I normally belt out a post then re-read it and edit if necessary. This post needed to explain WHY I was being so tough on my poor dog..

Cheers - and well spotted
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 13:21, closed)

Pffft. Bitch.
*spang*
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 29 Aug 2008, 14:37, closed)

Speaking as a dog person
I can empathise with this - not that either of my dogs have had pups, but now that they're getting older it seems that one or either of them doesn't want to walk round the block at nights.
Sometimes I must look like that traditional image of a bloke walking along dragging a lead behind him with a splay-footed dog scraping along behind, muttering under his breath.

I love my dogs!
(Nogin the Nog is the good one! Beware Nogbad the Bad!, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 15:26, closed)