Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://images.adultemart.com/ps/pb/S0416bb.jpg)</div><br/>Bah.  The work never ended.  In addition to giving all the dogs, Club owned, and private, their monthly dental rinses, we'd also received a large shipment of new animals that needed their initial workups finalized, and I was falling behind, and my reports to Monsieur Marc were already late!  These dogs represented a huge investment for The Club, and they were very well cared for.  From the type of food they were provided with, the vitamins that were added to their water bottles, to the dental rinses, innoculations, and frequent exams, I was rarely not busy.  I was also on call, yes, 24 hours a day, as the only Veterinarian the Club employed.  Merde!  This was going to be a long long day.  Several of the new dogs had been rushed to their cages, sometimes still unconscious right from their shipping crates, as the receiving area was already full.<br/><br/>I gathered up several clipboards, a leash, a plastic bottle of the greenish tinted dental rinse, and my most favorite 'persuader', a very nice long handled paddle, thin and flexible of shaft, with a stiff, reinforced leathern paddle at one end, and a leather wrist loop at the other.  And then noise!  A female voice, a new dog, in some other language, maybe....Japanese?  Then kicking, and moaning.  Someone was being a naughty little dog!  I stood, and hurried toward the kennel door, almost running into Dr. Vernecoombe who was standing still, and silent, with her ear pressed against the door, no doubt still plumbing for the inner secrets of the Club's dogs.<strong>"Pardon, Dr. Vernecoombe, some naughty puppy needs my attention."</strong><br/><br/>I smiled agreeably at her, and pushed through the door.  Ah yes, the racket was coming from the new dogs.  Or dog.  The naughty little thing was kicking and thrashing happily away, her paws shoved between her legs, blind, and oblivious to my unannounced presence!  I strode rapidly to her cage, and slapped my paddle against it's door.<strong>"Now then!  What is all this noise?  Is this any way for pretty little dog to behave?  Non!  So shameful, and dirty."</strong>I thumped the pile of clipboards on top of her cage, and knelt down in front of her.<strong>"Oui, I have just the thing for you, little one."</strong><br/><br/>I glanced at the informational card fixed in it's holder on the front her cage.<strong>"Mimi, is it?  A lovely name for such a dirty little puppy."</strong>I stood, now that she had quieted, and distributed the clipboards, placing them on the appropriate cages, whether they currently held a dog, or not.  Apparently the ever exuberant club members had taken advantage of this new shipment, eager, no doubt, to get their hands on the lovely new dog flesh, and stake their claims.<br/><br/><strong>"You first, Mimi, eh?  Let's get you taken care of."</strong>I gave the frightened looking bitch my nicest wicked grin, and opened her cage.<br/><br/>