Head
I just got back from the dog park where I had a rather ungraceful moment with my dog. Puppies are cute and wonderful right up until they start taking their blossoming sexual frustrations out on you. Paco went after my head. Since I have no male human friends who want to play football at 7am, Paco and I have this game where we race for the goal line. He wins all the time now. After an invigorating game of running up and down the field, one where I lost 4-0, I decided to do some push-ups. Grunting and panting and drubbing the ground in what must look like a very inviting submissive position, Paco went to town on my head. He's young and inexperienced and I really should let him know that the biting and clawing didn't work for me. But upon further investigation, I don't think I can blame Paco for being so attracted to the top of my head. Now I don't mean to flatter myself, but from a bird's-eye view I look like a very breedable bitch. And add that I was wearing a warm fleece with Jerky Bits in the pockets and you've got a regular dog-park Diva. But I'm only hot from certain angles. And a little back rub would be nice every once and a while.
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