William Knoff - DOG CAGES<br/><br/>I thanked Renée for her generosity in picking up the tab for lunch, and made my way with my two delightful companions to the kenneling area.  We were buzzed in, and passing Renée with a wink, I turned my attentions to the new arrivals, eager to satisfy my curiousity about the new bitch.  There was not one, or two, but several!  A lovely red setter, sporting an equally lovely pair of large swollen breasts immediately caught my eye.  Oh, the look of fear, and uncertainty on her face was just exquisite!  Something had clearly transpired between her and the club's trainer, Monique, and I could only imagine the conversation!  Monique did not suffer insolence from new puppies at all, in silence, or action, and I was already toying with the idea of sticking around to see what might transpire.<br/><br/>Laurenne's glittering eyes had already settled on the setter, and she called Renée over to admire her, perhaps making Monique's imagined discipline rather moot.  The two of them together with a new, and frightened bitch....she would probably end up wishing she'd risked Monique's wrath instead.  I left them to their malevolent cooing with a smile, and examined the other new arrivals, my eyes, as usual, drawn to the new females.  A beagle, cute, curled in her cage, apparently sound asleep, and a little way down a lovely little Corgi.  I knelt to examine her, first reading the sign on her cage,<strong>"Ah, Mimi, and Japanese!  You're such a cute little puppy."</strong>It dawned on me that she might not even speak English, which made the thought of taking her out for some play time, and training that much more appealing.  She was a stunning conversion, a natural beauty, and the work they'd done on her complemented her delicate features.  I examined her body as best I could through the cage, then decided to ask about her availability.<br/><br/>I found a trainer, a young man, who was wrestling with a stuck cage door, and asked about the Corgi.  Of course, he politely informed me, she was available, then he asked if I'd already looked in my new puppy.  My new puppy?  I blinked, and looked at him blankly.  She'd arrived?  He grinned at me, and told me she was in the receiving area, checked, and ready to go.  It might not have been such a surprise, if I'd bothered to ask for any messages when I'd arrived at the club.  But I loved the feeling of excitement!  My own puppy!  I hurried off, walking through the training and discipline area, toward the back where new dogs were first taken in.  I stood for a second, staring at the door, then gently opened it, and peered inside.  There she was, backed into a corner away from the door, and doing her best to cover herself, looking decidedly afraid, and ashamed.  Oh, she was perfect.  I slipped inside, and shut the door, and walked to her, kneeling down in front of her.  I had no idea where she was from yet, or whether she even spoke English.<strong>"Can you understand me?"</strong>