Approximately 40 BTs showed up, along with a Boxer, some random dogs who appeared midway through, and a Great Dane who proceeded to get beat up by the Boxer and left, tail tucked firmly between his legs.
Preston enjoyed all the other BTs immensely but his favourite was Stella, a little girl his age exactly, 11 weeks. She was wearing a cute little pink sweater and it was love at first sight.
They lay together for about an hour, with some heavy petting and gentle bitey-facing, and anyone who came along got a snarl from Stella. I guess she knows what she wants and she takes it! You go, girl. There were two other 11 week old girls and one 4 month old girl, and whenever they made an attempt to procure Preston's services, or even a minute of his attention, Stella was NOT having it. Not. Having. It. Actually, I think she should have played it hard to get instead of being so obviously available. Easy girls come and go but you don't take them home to meet your parents. Please, Preston! Get a room.
Anyway, all good things must come to an end, so Stella and Preston had to part within 2 hours of meeting. We'll see her next month. Preston was so tuckered out from all his frolicking and general misbehaving that he passed out the second we got in the van.
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