"My first-born jackal?" JC quipped. "Bred from that fine bitch, Olivia Primrose A.K.C. - you know the sterling reputation of the kennel over at Chāteau Gāteau, I daresay!" "How many punches, clown?" Domenico insisted, raising his fists. "Get out," Stingray bellowed, raising her bullwhip high. "Jackal is too good a name for you for...no decent dog would associate with your breed...lowly leopard whose spots NEVER change!" "Do you both really like dogs, then?" the Duke asked, a bit confused, watching Mistress S chase Juan Carlos from the room to the tune of a cracking leather beat. "My bulldog Locky is my pride and joy...look at this here 5 of clubs I found - it's my good luck charm 'cause I bought Lady Lockjaw on the fifth day of the fifth month - pretty weird, huh?" "Bulldogs are divine!" M clapped to show her appreciation. "Most people just don't understand that my sister and I love dogs so much, that we treat our favorite men in the same maner we would a precious pup - the best food, collars, toys - we pet them and play with them all the time - don't we dahlings?" The canine chorus yelped a joyous cacophony in response. "Yeah...they look real happy," Dom nodded. "What do you feed them, Mistress M, if you don't mind me askin'. Locky loves liver..." "Non, non non non, NON!" Machete disagreed, speaking in French for added emphasis. "Never any organ meats, sweetie - it's not good for them. Our babies like Filet Mignon, mais oiu!" The unlikey new friends discussed the pros and cons of animal husbandry until at last a weary Stingray limped back into view. "The leopard scratched me - I'll make a coat from him yet, by Anubis!" "Aren't them animals endangered?" the Duke asked with real concern. "This two-legged one certainly is," S & M replied in tandem. "Unleash the hounds!" Machete cried, a signal to her sister to unlock the cages, which was promptly done, and a pack of angry dogs ran off, intent on cat chasing.    Text Copyright © 1999 - 2005 cybersybils.com All rights reserved.