His eyes reflect light from my desk lamp, letting me know for certain that he is in need. Away from the light, his eyes and his coat blend like a mixture of caviar and coffee grounds.
Sometimes he looks downright demonic.
I had never thought much about dogs and sex until one morning last year in Canine Park. Nero stuck his nose and billson naked rear of a mixed breed bitch whose oblivious owner was letting her roam free.
He began strutting alongside her, breathing hard.
Sex tried to hook his neck over hers, the way a stallion snags a mare before mating. I yanked him away. For him, this was natural behavior. We returned home and Women tortured myself with questions. Should I have let him fuck the bitch?