“Frankly, dear, I am scared to go to your house. Your owner might just shoot me. He is a hunter, and hunters in this state seem obligated to shoot stray dogs.”
“Don’t you worry, mister. Once he sees I am in love with you, he’ll understand. He’s going to get you a nice comfortable doggie bed and give us more than enough pet food and bones every day.”
“Bones, that’s good. Any meat left on the bones?”
“But of course, my love, always a little meat left on the bone. And nice chunks of pure meat, quite often.”
“How many times a week?”
“Meat? Hard to tell. Definitely on Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving plus on birthdays. I almost forgot paydays and when he wins in poker. If he’s done well hunting or fishing that’s also a guaranteed feast.”
“Sorry, I am not going. Of course, we can remain lovers and whenever you’re in heat, we’ll meet secretly here in the forest.”
“Why, what’s wrong? Guaranteed food, you live in a dry, warm house with a nice couple and their children who love you. Is it the meat issue that bothers you, love?”
“No, not at all. Here in the wilderness I often go without a scrap of food for days. What’s most disturbing to me is that your entire fate depends on your owner’s mood and prosperity. Once he thinks you’re too old, or sick, your best bet is to run away and join us strays. You’d better keep a close eye on the guy’s body language and facial expressions.”
“Don’t you worry, mister. Once he sees I am in love with you, he’ll understand. He’s going to get you a nice comfortable doggie bed and give us more than enough pet food and bones every day.”
“Bones, that’s good. Any meat left on the bones?”
“But of course, my love, always a little meat left on the bone. And nice chunks of pure meat, quite often.”
“How many times a week?”
“Meat? Hard to tell. Definitely on Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving plus on birthdays. I almost forgot paydays and when he wins in poker. If he’s done well hunting or fishing that’s also a guaranteed feast.”
“Sorry, I am not going. Of course, we can remain lovers and whenever you’re in heat, we’ll meet secretly here in the forest.”
“Why, what’s wrong? Guaranteed food, you live in a dry, warm house with a nice couple and their children who love you. Is it the meat issue that bothers you, love?”
“No, not at all. Here in the wilderness I often go without a scrap of food for days. What’s most disturbing to me is that your entire fate depends on your owner’s mood and prosperity. Once he thinks you’re too old, or sick, your best bet is to run away and join us strays. You’d better keep a close eye on the guy’s body language and facial expressions.”
