Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: an611095@anon.penet.fi (Breath)
Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 06:38:50 UTC
Subject: Going to the dogs

			  Going To The Dogs

	Though I'm primarily a horse man, I said I'd post some of my
experiences with dogs. After corresponding with some of the dog people
on the list, I'm afraid to sound like an ameteur. Oh well, here goes,
anyway.

	I felt an occasional attraction to dogs from the very
beginning of my adolescence. Our family never had a pet dog, though,
so I never really had a good chance to pursue the attraction.

	However, one friend's family had a pet coyote - I kid you not.
He was cooped up in a small house, and he was destructive enough to
rip the underside out of the couch. He was fairly well- tempered, but
he was a trickster. You took a risk if you left anything of apparent
value to you within his reach - a pair of glasses, a pack of
cigarettes, whatever he could easily carry off. We got along well,
and on many occasions I would fondle his sheath and balls, but it
never went beyond that.

	When I was about 18, I met a German Shepherd in San Diego - a
playful male. In an experiment, I showed myself to him, and he
promptly dove in with enthusiastic licking. I was ecstatic! We goofed
around on a few occasions, but I always broke it off before I came. (I
know better now.)

	Just a week or two after that I was at a big campout, and a
young woman was jacking me off in the presence of her dog. I came like
a freight train, and I saw the dog lapping the sperm off the ground.
This surprised me, and it taught me to go ahead and share myself with
a dog lover - no need to hold back, after all.

	Over the following years, I had few opportunities. One friend
in the country had a mixed-breed female. Once, when I spent the night,
they told me to watch out because she was a crotch licker. Say no
more. That lasted for a few months on and off, until the friend moved
and gave away the dog.

	More years passed. Another friend got a well-tempered pit bull
pup. He was a lot of fun, though not a licker, and once for the heck
of it I presented my ass to him to see what he would do. He was too
young to know what was happeneing, and all he did was nip my balls.
But two or three years later, I met up with him again in Arizona, and
this time he was on my leg. We went to the back room, and this time he
mounted me. We did it again two or three times before I left. Despite
what you may hear about the temprament of pit bulls, I can tell you
that one raised in a loving environment can become a loving animal. He
was completely trustworthy.

	More years passed. Then, at a friend's house in the country, I
met a man with a beautiful matched set of Rottweilers. To this day, I
have never seen better-trained dogs. They were trained as guards, and
the owner let them roam outside the house. But when they were on the
job, you could not approach them. They didn't bark or anything, they
just faded into the dark before you could get close to them. This man
treated these dogs like his own children, giving them close attention
and affectionate care - the best treatment of dogs from any owner I've
ever seen in my life, under any circumstances. I was around these dogs
for only one night, but I did manage to get a chance to hand out a
small snack... you know what I mean... and I'm sure that if I had more
opportunities, I could get along very well with both of them.

	Then there were the matched Dobermans. (Dobermen?) The owners
were motivated by breeding profits, and they were largely ignorant of
how to treat an animal with love. They went on at length of the value
of the dogs, and the differences between American and European
Dobermans - one had a deeper rib cage, now I forget which it was. The
female was a little testy, but the male was a big, enthusiastic and
freindly guy. He was a chocolate Dob, by the way, not the usual black
and brown. When I would just start to pet these dogs, they would
immediately start to lick my hand. Lick, lick, LICK LICK... and I'm
thinking, this is just the back of my hand... but I never had a chance
to play with them. I wanted to tell the owners to go see a movie or
something while I took care of the dogs.

	That's it. Waiting for the next chance. Meanwhile, when I at
least get a chance to pet a dog, I give it an intimate carress. Let me
explain something - I never pat a dog on its head, because that's not
natural. Did you ever see a dog pat another dog? They give each other
licks and nips. When I massage a dog's head, I give gentle rubs to the
temples and jaw, and I use my fingernails to pinch gently in imitation
of tiny nips from the teeth. Try this carefully - some dogs will just
melt instantly at your feet, looking up at you with this astonished,
happy squint. Others will just bank their heads over, leaning into
your hand. When you do this to a cat, you can hear the claws dig into
the floor. If you get a chance, give a dog a real hug, reaching
around the rib cage and rubbing down the neck to the chest. Find the
major muscles and massage them gently. Give a quick little feel to the
sheath, just a passing touch, and check the response. Most dogs will
turn around and approvingly look you in the eye. Since not all dogs
are interested in licking your crotch, you can use a simple test: Rub
your crotch with the back of your hand, to get your scent on it. Then
present it to the dog to check the response. You can do that second
part right out in the open, because no human is going to come up and
smell your hand. If the dog goes for the scent, you may have a winner.
But some will take one whiff and turn away.

	You don't have to have sex with your dog to improve your
relationship. But you can be more intimate, more attentive, and more
demonstrative of your love. You can engage your dog's intelligence -
it's an investment that pays off when your companion isn't just
another canine idiot.