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We do a lot of things in our bedroom,
read books and garden magazines, watch TV, eat lazy suppers
consisting of fresh sea bass with creole sauce, side dressed with a
tropical fruit dressing, or grilled salmon with soy and sesame, and
other great gourmet recipes we try out from the "Great Chef's"
collection when the mood strikes. But, no matter what we do manage
to do in the bedroom, one thing you can count is, we are always
surrounded by a bevy of Bostons.
If you have ever had the privilege of living with a Boston Terrier,
you will know their concept of ownership, their devotion and sense
of bonding is totalitarian. They are the kind of dog that cries when
you leave them in the car, would rather sit on top of you than on a
pillow, and cannot stand to be where you are not. They watch your
every move, follow you like a shadow, and fight great glorious
snarling battles to see who can sit the closest.
Goldie, our lab/chow mix, on the other hand, is more like Kramer.
Realizing that everyone else is in the bedroom, and she is left
behind on the deck, with a loud crack reminiscent of a gunshot the
door flies open, and Goldie, all 55 lbs of her, comes bounding in.
For a brief while, Polly weighed too much and was so out of shape
she could not get onto the bed without help. Needless to say, with
the addition of a new puppy to the household, her activitiy level
increased, she slimmed down, limbered up and now can get on the bed
by herself. So, when you attempt a simple thing like hugging, which
is not hard to do if first you move Polly out of the way, and on the
face of it, not much of a feat. But this two-ton Tessie can plant
her weight in such a way you would think she was glued to the
mattress. Pushing on her rear, her head stays in place, her body
folds up over her the top of her head, which then slowly slithers
closer to you the more you push on her rear, and in the end, and all
you have managed to do is turn her around.
Queenie is especially attached to Sam. Trying to hug each other with
one Boston under your arm, wet nose snuffling into your arm pit, and
another licking your feet, is always a romantic precursor to more
sweaty endeavors. Of course, any body part is fair game for the
puppy, whose razor sharp teeth, nip, pull and tug in the most
inpportune moments. Goldie's nose, on the other hand, is right at
bed height and can delve with lightning speed into the most crucial
of areas. Snuggling up, bare bodies touching, erogenous zones
strategically placed, all most erotic.. yes - until you realize
you're snuggling up to one of the dogs. Warm breathing in your ear
is supposed to be a turn-on, except when it is accompanied by sharp
teeth and puppy breath!
Any attempt at intimacy is more often than not precluded by totally
ignored demands to leave the area. Oh how deaf they become to the
words "out," "get down," and "everybody off the bed." With eyebrows
raised, pupils narrowed, they grace us with great dirty looks of
"who me?" "leave?" "you have to be joking!" Funny though how they
can hear the whispered phrase of "who wants a treat" from the back
40. Upon trying to snuggle or cuddle, within minutes, Queenie
slithers over your back, her nose pushes her way between two warm
bodies and she throws herself on her back, bares her open tummy for
a tickle, and demands "do me."
And you thought this was to be an off-color bedroom story, an erotic
saga about sex? Not hardly. If we ever manage to get around to it,
I'll keep you posted!
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