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'Whisky' was my friend and constant companion.

He had a beautiful brown and white shaggy coat that often needed grooming as he was a long haired Kelpie.

We would wander for miles across the countryside and, where we were located, it was rare to see the trace of a human.

He loved to chase rabbits, and I was sure that he never really wanted to catch one, but always bounded back and would look up with a big grin to say, 'nearly caught that one', as we continued our journey.

As a young pup, he would 'herd' the chickens when they were let out of the coop. They would forage for seeds and he would make sure that none of them strayed far from each other. Always gentle. Always protective.

He could sit and watch for ages.

Whisky grew to adulthood and became an animal in his full pride.

And I say Animal.

I believe that of all the animals it was the dog that tamed us. Showed us what loyalty to the pack can mean. Showed us how to love, unconditionally, full on, in your face. Taught us how to be true pack animals.

Now, I have seen dogs fight. I have seen them, to my dismay, go at each other. Yet I have never seen one dog kill another. One will bare its belly, and then they are off together.

And I believe that some of us human animals have forgotten our pack.

Or never understood.

Or were never given the chance to understand.

For that, I am sad.

(And I have to go and do something for one of the members of my pack, just got a phone call, but will resume later)

Dogs Love
One of the joys of living is to be able to strip off and walk free.

It was at one of those moments when Whisky introduced me to his sex.

I had just climbed out of the water and was on all fours when I felt strong legs grip my waist and an explosion of dog penis thrust into me with an energy that was unbelievable.

I was so shocked and remained so still that I just ejaculated in a great spurt, my mind just fogged with pure animal lust and only cleared when Whisky finally slipped from my body.

We lay there together for some time. Whisky cleaned himself, then I, and it was a very knew world that I awoke too.

After that we had sex whenever we felt like it.

And there were sheep and cows as well.

Sometimes I would let Whisky mount a ewe and then would follow him. Sometimes I would let each of the other dogs take me one after the other.

But I would hold their knot to me, not letting them inside. Loving the feeling of their pumps as we stood, arse about, waiting for them to empty themselves, deep inside.

Then one day a stray wandered up to the back door. It had lost its way and was very hungry.

I fed and groomed it, petting it, till it finally settled. After a week I went to it and started to rub it all over.

When I saw that it would respond like my own dogs and stripped, letting it lick and smell me all over before I presented and it mounted me.

Now, this was a much bigger dog than the farm kelpies. It was huge. And it buried itself and its knot so deep that I couldn't move. We were stuck together for ages.

Ahh! Dogs Love