What was I doing? Perusing possible mates at the pound for my 18-year-old daughter? What kind of sick fantasy was this?
That’s exactly what I was doing. I knew about her obsession with large dogs and vowed to facilitate her experimentation. Had we gone too far? Was saving a horny, death-row pound dog just so she could act out her twisted fantasies worth it?
Her pups seemed to think so. More