The crab salad was excellent, and surprisingly filling, and coupled with the warm soft buzz of my two drinks, I was feeling much more human, as I pushed my empty plate away from me.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh? I thought you'd never order your own pet, you with your fussy standards. I mean finding a virgin dog is almost impossible and finding a talking virgin dog is such a difficult order I'm surprised Monsieur Marc thought seriously to cast his net wide enough. But if he has found you one then she'll be a pretty price... so... you know my dear, be careful you don't gamble too much away."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"He informed me it was difficult, but possible, and would of course be very expensive, which is why I waited so long before approaching him again, and informing him of my decision to purchase a dog of my own.  Now, I'm reduced to waiting, and tormenting the club's dogs, until mine arrives."<br/></strong><br/>I finished off my drink, and thumped the empty glass down on the table before continuing,<strong>"I will certainly not go broke any time soon Renée, though not for lack of trying." </strong>I grinned, and gathered up my things, tucking my still unopened pack of cigarettes in my shirt pocket, along with my sunglasses, and standing, shoved my unread paper in my back pocket.<br/><br/><strong>"I hear there is a new club bitch in the kennels.  Would either, or both of you like to go investigate with me?"</strong>