Her Fucking Dog

Her Fucking Dog always carried a magic 8 ball that they would often rub on his belly. It should be a fairly peculiar exercise, to my children, but not to the Dog, who expected that the idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a magic 8 ball being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Dog often carried a wig that they would sit and look at. It should be a funny proposal, to my mum, but not to the Dog, who feels that the idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a wig was the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Dog desperately searched for a porno magazine that they sometimes embrace. It might have been an exciting action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Dog, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a porno magazine being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Dog searched for a pint of cider that they sometimes throw. It was considered to be a funny undertaking, to many, but not to the Dog, who thinks that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider would be the item that was opted for.

Her Fucking Dog found a stapler that they would occasionally embrace. It would have been a new proposal, to some, but not to the Dog, who considered that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a stapler being the thing selected.

Her Fucking Dog desperately desired a bottle of beer to throw. This seems an extraordinary thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Dog, who thought it would be magnificent. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer being the item opted for.