Remember the Dingo of Doom? Caty, my dog? She starred in a recent post? Well, I said then that I thought she had sunk about as low as it was possible to go, behaviour-wise. Guess what? I was wrong!
This devil-in-disguise dingo-cross has just taken up a new hobby - raping a cripple!
Henry is the eldest of my dogs and he has enough problems in life. He's only got three legs for a start! He didn't go tripedal to make a fashion statement. A vet left him with no choice after he came off second best in a run-in with a car in his younger days. I rescued him shortly afterwards and I imagine he thought then that he could, at last, look forward to a relaxing life - yeah, until Caty's hormones kicked in!
Caty has had her love box removed but that does not seem to have deterred her. She has, just this week, taken to screwing Henry at every available opportunity. This morning she caught him completely unaware as he was dozing on an armchair in the lounge. She leapt on him and began humping furiously - no roses, no chocolates, no candlelit dinner-for-two beforehand. Just in with the shag! I know some poor lovemakers look down on foreplay but trying to bang someone who is asleep takes things a bit far. The photograph above is of her dismount.
The Big H has taken to keeping one eye open when he nods off, much as I do since my soon-to-be ex-wife got a new set of kitchen knives for Christmas.
Hey ho........hey ho, it's off to Grantham you go (canine sexual offenders, that is).
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