Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 11:53:13 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Black is Beautiful, Part One" by Jay Roberts   Bestiality

+++I have two things to say: One...your dog wants to go for a walk.  Take
him!  Two...if you are under eighteen years of age, do not return to this
spot, it's restricted to over eighteen year old humans but all dogs can
read it.


When I finished my freshman year at State, I was eligible to live off
campus.  There was a motel on the edge of campus consisting of attached
roomettes.  Luckily my dad put in my name as soon as we registered at the
college.  There was always a waiting list.

I wanted to get into a unit because I wanted a dog and they were not
permitted in the dorm building.

As soon as I moved my stuff into the motel room I headed for the local dog
pound.  They had about twenty dogs to choose from.  I eyed the dogs.  One
thing, I didn't want one of those dogs that looked like a cat, little
buggers.  I wanted a big manly dog to help my front of being manly.  I was
so DL that I had to reach up to tie my shoe laces.

I immediately saw the black lab.  He saw me too and he loped up to the bars
and put his paw out to be shaken.  Cute, and he closed the deal with that
gesture.

The old guy who ran the pound was by my side.  "He's a beautiful for sure,
but the young guy who dropped him off told me to warn any one who wants to
adopt him."

"What kind of warning?"

"This kid was about your age, also at the college.  He said that Edgar was
a wise guy and over sexed."

"Edgar, huh?  Kind of a nerdy name, but I'll kept it.  It upsets dogs when
you change their names.  The "wise guy" he said makes no sense.  Doesn't
everyone want a smart dog?  As far as "over sexed", I guess I am too.
We'll have stories to tell each other.?

The old man shrugged and got out the adoption papers.  I told him my name,
Jeff Barker.  That produced a snicker and even the dog laughed.  At least
he seemed to.

I bought a collar and leash, and a bag of dry dog food from their little
store and proudly led my dog back to the motel room.  Edgar pranced happily
along the pathway.  We passed a dude jogging who stopped dead with his arms
on his hips to stare.  Then he broke into a grin and gave me the thumbs up
sign.

I don't know what that was all about but Edgar seemed to pointedly ignore
the fellow.  I wondered if they had a history.  The kid watched us as we
got to the motel we entered the room.  Odd.

Edgar immediately jumped on my bed.  "Hey guy, I got this cushion for you."

I placed in on the floor and he, with exaggerated slowness, walked to it
and slowly wound himself into a ball and with a big sign, closed his eyes.

As for me, I was wiped out from moving and the getting the dog.  It was
getting dark anyway and I stripped and lay down on the bed on my back.
Then I suddenly realized that I wasn't alone.  But then I laughed to
myself.  It's no a person there, it's only Edgar.  Still smiling I sunk
into a heavy sleep.

It was filled with sexy dreams.  I was enjoying it and it even seemed to
have a happy ending with all that implies.

I woke up just a the first rays of sun entered to curtained window.  I had
a strange empty feeling in my crotch area, like after sex.  I dismissed it
and began getting my bran flakes into a bowl and picked a mismatched one
for Edgar and poured in some dry stuff to which I added water.  I put his
bowl down and he lifted his head.  I realized that he was a snorer because
the room was suddenly quiet.

He got up lazily and check the bowl and then went back to his cushion and
closed his eyes.  What have I got here, a food critic, a gourmet eater.  It
was then that I noticed the note on the floor near my bed.  It was printed
like a child's writing.

It read: "Jeff, you taste fine.  Now I want some beer, not that light
stuff, real dark beer, and a hamburger, no dog food."

Either my dog was a brilliant wise guy like previous owner said, or someone
came in and left the note, maybe that kid jogger.  Whatever.

Then Edgar went over to the fridge and opened with his teeth and took out a
can of beer and holding it in his mouth, he came over and dropped it at my
feet.

End Part One