OK before you start sending me hate mail, I’ve had lots of pets of my own.  I`ve cried bitter tears when I’ve had to have them put down and it’s not much easier when they die naturally or even not so naturally…like when I’ve had to pluck a much loved cat out of a neighbours fan belt. I think pets teach very important lessons to kids (love, responsibility, dependency…) I know lots of people are fanatic about their pets; their love is unconditional…I get it.

The title of this post is from a bumper sticker my mom had on her car when I was growing up.  At the time I thought it was just a reflection of her bitchyness…well on her bad days she’d say it could work either way…so maybe she was just being a bitch, but as I’ve got older, I have less patience for pets…& kids.

When I moved in with ♀ & Junior, they had 3 cats (mostly his) and a little dog (decidedly hers). It`s no secret around our house that I`m not very fond of them, but that doesn`t mean I hate animals, cuz I don’t. I don’t go to the zoo because seeing caged wild animals makes me sad. I marvel when I see animals surviving in suburbia or even in the city. When I hear about coyotes snagging overfed house pets I cheer for the wild. When I read letters to the editor in the local paper about someone’s beloved pet being run down and what a cruel person the driver must be for not pulling over to scrape it off the road and find out where it lived, I’m the guy writing letters asking if they let their kids run loose on the highway and if that driver had have swerved to miss their beloved pet and had a horrific accident would the owners of the pet take responsibility…I doubt it.

Anyway, ♀ had to have her little dog put down this week and because it was no secret that I wasn’t fond of him it made things kind of awkward. I’m sorry for her loss. I know what it feels like. I’m not all that upset that he’s gone…so it’s been awkward. The first thing Junior did when he heard that the dog was gone was to check to see if all his cats were still here, I’d threatened to get a 2 for 1 deal on euthanasia’s.

As far as the second part of the title goes Junior still lives with us, but I’m not going to be terribly upset when he moves. I think we’ve given him the tools to survive on his own and I think he’ll do well. If Mini ever decides he wants to live with us we will welcome him, but he’ll know it won’t be a long term arrangement. I know the trend is for kids to stay at home longer these days (they don’t move out, they just take over), but I don’t think it does anyone any favours. Not that my opinion counts for anything.

Junior turned 19 this week and in this part of the world 19 is the age of majority. To celebrate, we took him and one of his girlyfriends out to a restaurant of his choice. He didn’t want us to make a big deal out of it, but the waitress noticed us taking pictures and asked if it was his birthday. We told her ‘yes’. She looked at ♀ and asked if she was mom. When we told her she was, the waitress said she didn’t look nearly old enough to have a 19 yr old son. I told her ♀ was 12 when she had him. Junior tried to blow his drink out through his nose.

Yesterday afternoon, I took Junior to see the strippers (more bday celebrations) and I paid for him to have a private dance with one of the girls. So she took my money and led him to the back room. He came back about 20 minutes later with a big grin on his face, “She let me touch!”

So I took Junior home and a couple of hours later I brought ♀ to the same club and paid for the same stripper to give us a private dance. OK, so maybe mom & son making out with the same woman was a little fucked up, but WOW it was so hot seeing Brooke & ♀ together. They necked and played with each others tits and Brooke rubbed her pussy into ♀ face and gadzooks I got so excited I lifted my shirt up and showed her my bra. That changed everything. She insisted on seeing my panties…can you believe it? The first time anyone’s asked me that and I didn’t have matching on. She asked ♀ if the lingerie was ♀ or mine, ♀ told her that it was mine, but sometimes I wear hers.

Then I told Brooke that besides being a cross-dresser, I’m also a sissy.She thought that was great. She asked ♀ if she fucks me with a strap-on and ♀ said ‘hell yes, we’ve got a couple of different ones. He’s my bitch; I do whatever I want to him.’

Brooke moved from ♀ lap to mine, rubbed my face between her tits then slapped my face twice. Nobody has ever done that to me before. Timing is everything and right at that moment…it was a huge turn-on. At that point ♀ I would have been game for anything ♀ suggested, but the bouncer was knocking on the door.We stayed for Brooke’s last show, she gave us a signed poster and we went home for some very exciting whoopee… all and all it was a very good evening.

Thanks Brooke!

sss

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1. 

   My wife had to have her quarterhorse put down this weekend but I don’t think taking her to a strip club would help alleviate her grief!

   But I enjoyed this post! Sounds like Brooke understands you!

   Comment by oldbogus — January 21, 2008 @ 10:03 pm

2. 

   SS, you and wife are total perverts!

   And I love it!

   Although I don’t totally agree with your view of pets, I like your wry sense of humor.

   Comment by susans.pet — January 25, 2008 @ 2:04 pm

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