William Knoff - POOL/GARDEN with Unnamed Puppy<br/><br/>The paper didn't have much in it to hold my interest long, other than a somewhat lengthy article about A list regions having their conversion quota's increased...again.  There would be no associated flood of new pets, as the conversion increases were designed to ease shortages of farm animals, cows and goats, mostly, for milk.  I folded my paper up, and set it to the side, and glanced down at my new dog.  Odd thing, calling me Lucifer.  Twice she'd done that, and I wondered exactly what she believed was happening, and what had been done to her.  Surely she remembered being picked up by the collection squad, and the long conversion process as well.<br/><br/>I reached down and stroked her head, and played with her ears.  Regardless what she believed, she was behaving herself as well as could be expected.  There was a bit more to learn, the simpler things, mostly how to behave on the leash, how to sit, lie down, kneel.  She also needed to be milked.  I knew her tits were hurting her, but until she whined for attention, she would suffer.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.nudist-resorts.org/talk/data/mountainman/2007919195643_my%20nude%20pics%20plus%202007%20687.jpg)</div><br/>I saw Renée working her way toward me, walking one of the new puppies, and looking particularly stunning in the tiny bikini she was wearing. As she approached, I smiled, eager to show off my own new dog, and hopefully demonstrate that she could at least 'sit' properly.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hello William, I see you are relaxing. Your famous 'pure' dog still not arrived then?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"Hello Renée, yes, she's right here!"</strong>I glanced to my left where she'd just been, and saw nothing but her leash snaking behind my lounge.  I turned further, and found her, sitting quietly, and peering out from behind my lounge.<strong>"Come here puppy, don't be rude."</strong>I gave a tug on her leash, and guided her back to my side, and ordered her to sit.<strong>"There, here she is!  I'm already quite proud of her, though she's twice called me Lucifer already, a name I've already disabused her of using again.  Now we're learning to bark, and whine, and once that's mastered, we're off to the milking shed.  See?  She's leaking something fierce, and I know her tits are aching.  Aren't they, puppy?"</strong><br/><br/>I gave a little tug on her leash, and held my breath.<br/><br/>