Doggie Style part II

If you are a girl, and had an animal with four legs who barked living in your house during the pads years, you most likely have your own version of this story. The one where the pad goes in the trash and then the dog chews it up and sprinkles its remainders around the house. This was especially fun for the rest of your family, visiting friends, and and neighbors who got to pretend they didn't know what that mess of brown and white shmutz was all over the floor. But the pad's owner was always the most horrified, not only because of the act itself, but rather, 'god! why is my dog such a pervert?!'

A friend related a similar 'dog eats the pad' story from her youth. She had come home from school and found the familiar white and brown chewed up mess all over the house. She realized the mess did not actually come from her, but from her older bitch sister. While many a younger sister would seize the dirty chewed up pad as an opporunity to humiliate their older antagonizer, said friend was a nice kid and decided to simply clean it up. In the midst of doing so, the older bitch sister came home from school. With her new boyfriend. The younger sibling immediately ran to the bathroom door and slammed it on the older sibling, attempting to save her from the horrific moment of new boyfriend spying the sick act of a pervert dog.

The older sister did not like having a door slammed on her face and made every attempt to break through it in order to pounce on her younger sister's face. The younger sister screamed and pleaded for her not to come in. The older sister ignored the pleas and finally broke through, grabbing the younger sister's head and bringing it down to the floor. While the two girls rolled around on the cold linoleum, the older sister began to notice the brown and white clumps caught in her hair. "What is this shit?" shrieked the older sister. "I told you not to come in here! The dog ate your pad. I was trying to clean..." and before she could finish her sentence, the older sister shoved the younger sister's face into the cupboard.

The new boyfriend stood at the bathroom door observing the scene in its entirety. I'm not exactly sure what his reaction was. The younger sister made a point of showing all her scars and battle wounds from that afternoon rather than finishing the story. One can only assume the boyfriend either died in horror or turned gay on the spot. The dog went on to live a happy remainder of his life and even got to pose with the younger sister in one of her school portraits.