The dog's name was Snickers. I got the job of supervising the mating of Bear with Snickers. Solo . The phone rang, the heat was on and I was designated the Master of Ceremonies.
There was no ceremony, no meeting and greeting as Snickers' owner left her bitch with me. " Gotta run! I'll see you tomorrow night around five," she said. "Good luck."
|Snickers and puppies|
|Gabe in blue, Kioni in pink|