<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, entering the poolside gardens with Starshine</strong><br/><br/>Starshine followed obediently, and more than once on the way out I found her hair brushing against my legs. I was glad of that- at least she was a fast mover. Unlike Pogo Starshine didn't seem to be so dominated by her 'natural' urges, and she would be more in tune to what was going on around her. I'd always disliked the open nature of the poolside gardens- new dogs entering it from the cages were greeted with a cacophony of sounds, smells and sights, and with their more tuned senses it wasn't unusual for a fresh dog to start panicing as their senses were overwhelmed. I prayed Star would be able to cope.<br/><br/>There was a strange feeling I felt as I led Star into the bright sunlight. It was one that was difficult to place- I felt a little vulnerable myself, stepping out with her, introducing her to this frightening new world. Perhaps it was because I'd never really dealt with a fresh dog before; perhaps it was simply because she'd cried and exposed more of her humanity. Though I didn't feel it strongly, it was almost as if there was a protective bond forming between her and I. Of course, there was no way to tell if she felt the same about me- not now, at least. Dogs were forbidden to talk, and I'd already garnered some strange looks in my time for talking to the waiters as if they were humans. Talking to a fresh new bitch and her talking back? That'd certainly get the gossips going.<br/><br/>As we walked my eyes scanned about the grounds, wary of any all too eager dogs that may have started sniffing around her. She'd have to get used to it, but I planned to start easing her into that position later, when she knew a little more about what was going around her. It still staggered me to learn some members just shoved their new dogs out into the open without any apparent care for the mental wellbeing.<br/><strong><br/>"Barbarians..."</strong>I muttered, frowning as a couple walking two dogs approached. The smaller bitch was struggling to keep up, apparently exhausted, but it was their other dog, a hulking great Alsatian, that caught my attention. He was already tugging on his leash towards Star, despite his owner trying to hold him back.<br/><br/><strong>"Shoo, shoo..."</strong>I snapped as he got just a little too close for my liking, sniffing about around Star's rump. Maybe it wouldn't have mattered if he'd had been a smaller male, but hell... he was a beast. Surely that bitch hadn't been fucked by him- the size difference was enormous. I didn't pay it much attention, instead guiding Star gradually to the playroom where I'd left Roiyaru. It had been nearly 20 minutes since I left him... I unlocked the door slowly, pushing it open, wondering how much puppy-juice he'd spurted all over the cushions.  For his sake I hoped there was none.