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When she gets there, however, she finds herself in the unwanted company of another purebred dog who is nearly the opposite of her in every way—including a coat made of scattered colors! Silvia is in absolutely no mood to tolerate his advances.\n\nToday, that's the [i]least[/i] of her problems.\n\n...or, is it really?\n\n[s]Proverbs 21:4[/s]\nand\n[s]Luke 16:19-25[/s]\n\n[iconname]DreamGod[/iconname]—evening, kitties....[i]This[/i] one's a favorite of mine! For the first(and hopefully last!) time ever, I have [i][u]two[/u][/i] scriptures to blaspheme this chapter. It was originally just going to be Proverbs, but considering the subject of this particular story, when I saw the one about the dogs licking the homeless man, I just knew they omitted what [i]else[/i] they undoubtedly licked...\n\nfuck me, I'm going to hell.\n\nhttps://archiveofourown.org/works/42670539/chapters/121390261\n\n\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nLooking to get a front row seat to the action? Starting at $5 a month, you can access brand new stories as they're being written, and get early access to them for four weeks ahead of the public by joining the Official Thakur Subscribestar Adult channel! \n\nhttps://subscribestar.adult/thakur\n\nDon't forget: even if you can't afford to contribute, you can still subscribe to the Positive Vibes tier and get access to the Thakur Story Forum absolutely FREE!!! Chat on Discord with like-minded individuals, fans and collaborators, including the big cat himself. And the best part? Instant access to ALL of his classic stories over the past 15 years! Sign up for free today, and upgrade when you can!\n\nAs always, check out Thakur on his other galleries for maximum coverage:\nFurAffinity(https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/thakurcat/)\nSoFurry(https://thakur.sofurry.com/)\nArchiveOfOurOwn(https://archiveofourown.org/users/ThakurCat)\nInkBunny(https://inkbunny.net/gallery/Thakur/1/72e7ce2250)\n\nThanks to my former Patreon supporters: Guri, Nichizue, AlexW, Stell, Dotoro, Frosti, Rob Baird, Rokanoss, Geko7, Lost Jungle, pupapo, lonewoof and wolfman! Special thanks to my official adaptation artist Baylong for providing pictures to accompany my stories! And thanks to DreamGod for formatting and upkeep of my libraries! \n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Silvia Walton is the most upstanding, elite, elegantly refined, well trained, purebred snow-white pedigree, and she's being taken by her owner to the groomer's for a long overdue makeover for a dinner party that's paramount to her and her owner's social standing. When she gets there, however, she finds herself in the unwanted company of another purebred dog who is nearly the opposite of her in every way—including a coat made of scattered colors! Silvia is in absolutely no mood to tolerate his advances.

Today, that's the least of her problems.

...or, is it really?

Proverbs 21:4
and
Luke 16:19-25

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\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tDreamGod\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t		\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tDreamGod\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
—evening, kitties....This one's a favorite of mine! For the first(and hopefully last!) time ever, I have two scriptures to blaspheme this chapter. It was originally just going to be Proverbs, but considering the subject of this particular story, when I saw the one about the dogs licking the homeless man, I just knew they omitted what else they undoubtedly licked...

fuck me, I'm going to hell.

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", "writing": "[i]Thank God[/i], she prayed silently.\n\nFinally, Silvia's owner had time to take her to the groomer. She was starting to think she had been forgotten: already her brilliant white fur had grown long and unruly. Normally, only the fur upon her ears and tail were long and shaped neatly. Silvia desperately needed a cut, and a nail clipping. Her blasted claws clattered ungracefully each step she took upon the linoleum. What a disgrace. At least Mrs. Walton had taken the time to fasten the white diaper to Silvia's hindquarters.\n\nThe young Saluki could hardly blame the woman, however. Mrs. Walton had a lot on her plate with rich clients and oversea trips and high-society luncheons. The woman could hardly spend the time to ensure that Silvia was looking her best when the dog wasn't being shown off. Thankfully, a dinner was being planned; dogs welcome. All the upper crust would be there, parading their purebred show dogs.\n\nSilvia truly enjoyed the company of show dogs. Well bred and behaved, they knew what was truly important in the world. Most of them, in [i]this[/i] neighborhood, were Catholic like Silvia, but even those that weren't were polite. Refined.\n\nWith the notable exception of Outback, one of Mrs. Walton's neighbor's dogs. Sure, he was a purebred Australian Cattle Dog, and Mr. Creighton was certainly wealthy enough to attend the extravagant dinners, but Outback was neither Catholic nor well-mannered. In fact, he was crude! He always seemed to be laughing at Silvia, his bright pink tongue flopping out of his mouth, his pointed ears always held askew. And with that mottled blue-black, white, and orange coat, could anyone really be [i]sure[/i] of his lineage? He looked half a mutt to Silvia! She softly said a prayer to God that Outback would be sitting [i]this[/i] dinner out.\n\nMrs. Walton patted Silvia on the head, fastening a leash to her collar and gently cooing, \"Time to get you all prettied up before the party at the Nielson's. I'm sure I can count on you to behave your best, my beautiful baby.''\n\nSilvia wagged her tail, having grown used to and fond of the attention. Besides, the two were about to take the short walk to Karl's Kut `N' Kurl, and the Saluki enjoyed nothing more than showing off to the neighborhood dogs; they were such uncultured boors who could hardly appreciate true excellence in breed. [i]Truly, strutting about the neighborhood is Godly work - community outreach! [/i]she thought to herself. She could show the little folk how dogs ought truly to behave.\n\nNose lifted high to mimic Mrs. Walton, Silvia trotted beside the high-heeled woman, making sure to lift her legs up with each, bouncing step. Yes, the two made a lovely pair, enough to be the envy of any dog.\n\nSilvia had hardly walked a step before she encountered the first destitute little tramp of the journey, a fairly sturdy looking Dalmatian wandering the street [i]alone[/i]. 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Every male dog she passed on the way to the groomer might have sampled that Dalmatian's `wares', so that each time she caught a glimpse of another dog she was forced to wonder what the world was coming to. [i] Are there not [/i][b]leash laws[/b]?[i] Where are the dog-catchers? Surely such creatures shouldn't be allowed to [/i]breed[i].[/i]\n\nYet most dogs didn't seem to give two thoughts about purity of breed. Why, half the males she passed took quite too long a look at her as she passed by, and some even dared to approach quickly, and sniff at Silvia's diaper. As if a pure Saluki would let some mongrel breed her. When Silvia finally bred, it would surely be with another, pure-white Saluki. In her daydreams, Silvia had always hoped Mrs. Walton would find the perfect mate, and they could marry and produce litter after litter of perfect, white little pups.\n\nBefore she knew it, they were at Karl's Kut `N' Kurl, walking into the lobby. [i]Cleanliness, as they say, is next to Godliness[/i], she thought, and Silvia felt more divine just by stepping into the pristine place from the dirty streets. The floor sparkled, the chairs were sturdy and beautifully upholstered, and the gentle scent of pine flitted through the perfect air. What a place!\n\n\"Hello, Karl,'' Mrs. Walton said. \"Here's my little baby.''\n\nThe man behind the desk had a large moustache, and frizzy hair, but Silvia knew him well. She felt comfortable with the man, and while she'd only known him for almost two years, that was the entirety of her short life. In some ways, Silvia knew Karl better than she knew Mrs. Walton! The large man knelt and removed her leash, patting her between the ears. He knew that she was well-behaved. \"How's my little girl doing, huh?'' he asked her.\n\nSilvia knew he couldn't understand, but still replied with a polite, happy yip.\n\n\"Don't worry, Mrs. Walton, we'll get your pretty girl back to beautiful in no time. You can pick her up this afternoon.''\n\n\"Thank you, dearie,'' said she, \"I want her looking stunning for tonight's party! She'll be the envy of all the people there!''\n\n\"And the dogs, too, no doubt,'' Karl agreed.\n\nMrs. Walton left, then, returning to her busy job. Silvia wasn't sure exactly what Mrs. Walton did, but it must be important. The woman barely had any time at all to spend with her dog! Perhaps the old woman was doing community outreach, showing off her wealth and good breeding to boorish humans.\n\nKarl flipped open the counter door and lead the Saluki to the back room, where all the hard work was done. The brilliant white room was as clean as the vet's office, any stray hairs swept up between visitors. A wall of cages stood nearby; three of the eight kennels were occupied by dogs awaiting their owner's return. Silvia didn't bother to look - surely none of them could match [i]her[/i] beauty.\n\nSilvia stretched out, waiting obediently for Karl to pick her up. He did so, and she felt sure in his strong, practiced arms. The big man lifted her with ease onto the large table. A soft cloth covered the surface, for her comfort, and to pick up the clipped hair, and a metal bar hung above the table with bonds for unruly dogs. Karl had never needed to restrain Silvia, of course.\n\n[i]Rii-ii-ii-iing![/i]\n\nSilvia glanced at Karl, shocked at the interruption of his cell phone.\n\nWhen Karl suddenly choked back a sob, she canted her head confusedly. \"It's time...This is really happening! I...I need to... Shit, I'm sorry girl,'' he apologized, looking at Silvia. She cocked her head, curious. \"Look, Silvia - I have to go; my wife is in labor! Don't worry, I'll get Maxwell to do you...''\n\nKarl had always seemed to understand dogs to a much greater degree than most humans. Silvia whimpered, but the man said, \"I know, he's not as good as me, but he needs the practice, and I have to go. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?''\n\nTo Silvia, that question wasn't rhetorical, but before she could protest, Karl was calling to the back of the pristine dog salon. \"Maxwell!? Max!?''\n\nA young man came bursting through the doors a second later. \"What is it, Karl?'' His short, curly black hair tangled over his ears in a rather unpleasant way, his clothing worn haphazardly at odds with the beauty and cleanliness of the rest of the establishment. Still, he had hopped to fairly quickly; perhaps he wouldn't be so bad as Silvia suspected.\n\nKarl said, \"Karen's in labor. I have to go. You're up, Max.''\n\nThe young man's eyes went wide, and he straightened up. \"Of course sir! And may I be the first to congratul -''\n\n\"No time for that, Max. This is Silvia, and she needs her usual cut. Keep her tail -''\n\n\"I know her, sir, and her cut.''\n\n\"I - oh, good,'' said Karl, stumbling in a very uncharacteristic way. \"And the Dachshund, she needs her nails -''\n\n\"I know sir. Just go! I won't let you down, Karl,'' the young man replied.\n\nKarl ambled over to get his keys from the drawer of his desk. \"Yeah, thanks...thanks Max. I'll be back whenever...you know. Oh, and don't forget to -''\n\n\"Go!'' Max urged, and Karl nodding, stumbling out the door on his way to his car.\n\nAll of this perturbed Silvia quite a great deal! She had no idea who this...this Maxwell was. She wanted Karl and only Karl! She glared at the young man, who was breathing heavily already, the excitement of the moment making his hands tremble. [i]Well, great[/i], Silvia thought, [i]shaky hands make the greatest barbers![/i]\n\n\"Let's just get you hooked up, you beautiful creature,'' Max said, reaching for the harness.\n\nSilvia was conflicted. [i]The harness!?[/i] she thought, indignantly. Karl had never needed the harness. Still, that human had a good eye for quality dogs. She decided to be affronted by the straps anyway. Sure, she had no real choice in the matter, but that didn't lessen the importance of the Saluki's opinion. She lifted her head and scoffed as the man slide the first strap of the harness around her midsection, and then tightened the second section around her slender abdomen. Like it or not, Silvia was suspended on all fours.\n\nThe man walked to the only door and locked it, turning to the workbench. While Max was prepping his tools, Silvia made a most obnoxious discovery, as a sudden, rather familiar voice called down from one of the kennels.\n\n\"So this is what you look like between public appearances. Wish I could take a picture to show the others, but I don't have a camera. Or hands. How would you say it? 'My hair is positively a mess!'?''\n\nSilvia deigned to look up at the Australian Cattle Dog she knew she'd see in the kennels above. Outback was grinning ear-to-ear down at her. Karl must have already groomed him; what justice that [i]he[/i] would be groomed by the expert and [i]she[/i] would suffer at the hands of Maxwell? \"So Mr. Creighton decided to take you to the dinner party again. I always said the man had bad taste.''\n\nOutback wagged his tail at the mention of his owner.\n\nTwo cages over, a noise came out. \"Well, I think she looks just fine as she is.''\n\nSilvia looked over to see the young wiener dog bitch. She was a fawn color, smooth-furred creature, but was far too large to belong to the miniature show group, and far too small to be standard. She was obviously a mere pet, then. Around her rump she, too, wore a white, cloth diaper. Silvia curled her upper lip and said, \"How many medals have you won?''\n\nCocking her head, the Dachshund said, \"Medals?''\n\nThe Saluki made a great show of rolling her eyes, and said, \"I don't need beauty opinions from a mutt.''\n\nThe mutt dropped her jaw, but Outback interrupted. \"Don't worry, Cherry. [i]I've[/i] won medals and she doesn't like [i]me[/i], either. Consider her dislike a badge of honor.''\n\n\"Besides,'' said a new voice, from the next kennel down, \"[i]I[/i] like you a lot.''\n\nSilvia gasped when she looked down at the new speaker, and nearly fainted. Thankfully, the harnesses were in place, or she might have spilled from the table. Inside the kennel was a mutt of mutts: wiry, fluffy short fur covered its small body, and the color seemed a random mix of tan, black and white as if a tornado had struck the sad creature. Pointy ears stuck off its head, and the fur was longer about the face, making a rather peculiar mustached look.\n\n\"What...in the name of God above...are you?'' Silvia asked, astonished.\n\nThe abomination in front of her glanced down at her, ears up, eyes smiling, and said, \"My name's Reddy. Well, my pa was an Affenwich and -''\n\n\"A [b][i]what??[/i][/b]''\n\n\"An Affenwich. Affenpinscher crossed with a Norwich Terrier,'' he said so casually that Silvia had to blink three times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. ``...[i]what!?''[/i]\n\nThe oblivious idiot wagging his tail, almost as if he was [i]proud[/i] that his family tree was likely the shape of a telephone pole, simply replied, ``Yep!''\n\nShe took a stab in the dark and said, \"And your mother was a [b][u]rat?[/u][/b]''\n\nReddy laughed. \"Close! A chihuahua! So, I guess that makes me a...hmm...um...a - ''\n\n\"Chihauffenwich?'' suggested Cherry.\n\nOutback chimed in, giggling: \"Affenchihuawich!''\n\n\"[i][u]A mutt.[/u][/i]'' Silvia said, feeling the need to retch.\n\nCherry protested meekly, \"Well, [i]I[/i] think he's cute.''\n\nSilvia didn't even want to think about that. She just looked away from the three dogs and pretended not to hear them. Luckily, Maxwell had finally finished collecting his tools, and none-too-soon. Already the harness was abrading her fur, and she'd be shocked if there weren't permanent damage! Silvia tried to stand up like at a dog show, holding her tail up and straight.\n\n\"Here you are, my dear,'' Max said, grabbing the scissors. \"We'll get you clipped up in no time.'' Silvia counted in her head, but `no time' had already passed. \"Let's just get this diaper off...''\n\nSilvia shivered. Sure, Karl would have removed her diaper as well, but she [i]trusted[/i] Karl. She decided to huff impatiently while Max began to cut away the disposable cloth. He was having trouble getting the scissors to slice through, and Max was strangely rushed. Finally, with a grunt of frustration, the young man simply grabbed the half-cut diaper and ripped it off of her into two pieces, tossing the remains onto the ground.\n\nNeedless to say, Silvia found this maneuver rather crude.\n\nFor several seconds, nothing happened. Confused, the Saluki looked over her shoulder as best she could in the harness, and saw the man standing behind her, just looking her over. Planning the haircut? Another ten seconds passed with no change, with Max just scanning Silvia's hindquarters. Then, he said, under his breath, \"Beautiful.''\n\nThe remainder of this story contains humans in sexual situations; please follow the link here: [url]https://archiveofourown.org/works/42670539/chapters/121390261[/url]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Thank God, she prayed silently.

Finally, Silvia's owner had time to take her to the groomer.  She was starting to think she had been forgotten: already her brilliant white fur had grown long and unruly.  Normally, only the fur upon her ears and tail were long and shaped neatly.  Silvia desperately needed a cut, and a nail clipping.  Her blasted claws clattered ungracefully each step she took upon the linoleum.  What a disgrace.  At least Mrs. Walton had taken the time to fasten the white diaper to Silvia's hindquarters.

The young Saluki could hardly blame the woman, however.  Mrs. Walton had a lot on her plate with rich clients and oversea trips and high-society luncheons.  The woman could hardly spend the time to ensure that Silvia was looking her best when the dog wasn't being shown off.  Thankfully, a dinner was being planned; dogs welcome.  All the upper crust would be there, parading their purebred show dogs.

Silvia truly enjoyed the company of show dogs.  Well bred and behaved, they knew what was truly important in the world.  Most of them, in this neighborhood, were Catholic like Silvia, but even those that weren't were polite.  Refined.

With the notable exception of Outback, one of Mrs. Walton's neighbor's dogs.  Sure, he was a purebred Australian Cattle Dog, and Mr. Creighton was certainly wealthy enough to attend the extravagant dinners, but Outback was neither Catholic nor well-mannered.  In fact, he was crude!  He always seemed to be laughing at Silvia, his bright pink tongue flopping out of his mouth, his pointed ears always held askew.  And with that mottled blue-black, white, and orange coat, could anyone really be sure of his lineage?  He looked half a mutt to Silvia!  She softly said a prayer to God that Outback would be sitting this dinner out.

Mrs. Walton patted Silvia on the head, fastening a leash to her collar and gently cooing, "Time to get you all prettied up before the party at the Nielson's.  I'm sure I can count on you to behave your best, my beautiful baby.''

Silvia wagged her tail, having grown used to and fond of the attention.  Besides, the two were about to take the short walk to Karl's Kut `N' Kurl, and the Saluki enjoyed nothing more than showing off to the neighborhood dogs; they were such uncultured boors who could hardly appreciate true excellence in breed.  Truly, strutting about the neighborhood is Godly work - community outreach! she thought to herself.  She could show the little folk how dogs ought truly to behave.

Nose lifted high to mimic Mrs. Walton, Silvia trotted beside the high-heeled woman, making sure to lift her legs up with each, bouncing step.  Yes, the two made a lovely pair, enough to be the envy of any dog.

Silvia had hardly walked a step before she encountered the first destitute little tramp of the journey, a fairly sturdy looking Dalmatian wandering the street alone.  Worse, one whiff was enough to tell the Saluki that the stranger was in heat.  Scandalous!  Mrs. Walton got one look and scoffed, picking up her pace.  No free-roaming dog was worth bothering to impress, so Silvia just looked away and hoped the sad, little creature knew her place well enough not to speak.

No such luck, she groaned.  The loose canine had the gall to say, "I've been locked out of my house - can I stay in your yard for just a few minutes?''

With a sniff, Silvia scoffed, "Wandering outside alone, in heat?  You deserve what you get, you mongrel.''  The Saluki gave one last, parting sniff of disdain, and walked right by.  Let that tramp know what God thinks of her, and her lewd behavior!

Silvia tried to put the coarse, spotted bitch out of her mind, but how could she?  Every male dog she passed on the way to the groomer might have sampled that Dalmatian's `wares', so that each time she caught a glimpse of another dog she was forced to wonder what the world was coming to. Are there not leash laws?  Where are the dog-catchers?  Surely such creatures shouldn't be allowed to breed.

Yet most dogs didn't seem to give two thoughts about purity of breed.  Why, half the males she passed took quite too long a look at her as she passed by, and some even dared to approach quickly, and sniff at Silvia's diaper.  As if a pure Saluki would let some mongrel breed her.  When Silvia finally bred, it would surely be with another, pure-white Saluki.  In her daydreams, Silvia had always hoped Mrs. Walton would find the perfect mate, and they could marry and produce litter after litter of perfect, white little pups.

Before she knew it, they were at Karl's Kut `N' Kurl, walking into the lobby.  Cleanliness, as they say, is next to Godliness, she thought, and Silvia felt more divine just by stepping into the pristine place from the dirty streets.  The floor sparkled, the chairs were sturdy and beautifully upholstered, and the gentle scent of pine flitted through the perfect air.  What a place!

"Hello, Karl,'' Mrs. Walton said.  "Here's my little baby.''

The man behind the desk had a large moustache, and frizzy hair, but Silvia knew him well.  She felt comfortable with the man, and while she'd only known him for almost two years, that was the entirety of her short life.  In some ways, Silvia knew Karl better than she knew Mrs. Walton!  The large man knelt and removed her leash, patting her between the ears.  He knew that she was well-behaved.  "How's my little girl doing, huh?'' he asked her.

Silvia knew he couldn't understand, but still replied with a polite, happy yip.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Walton, we'll get your pretty girl back to beautiful in no time.  You can pick her up this afternoon.''

"Thank you, dearie,'' said she, "I want her looking stunning for tonight's party!  She'll be the envy of all the people there!''

"And the dogs, too, no doubt,'' Karl agreed.

Mrs. Walton left, then, returning to her busy job.  Silvia wasn't sure exactly what Mrs. Walton did, but it must be important.  The woman barely had any time at all to spend with her dog!  Perhaps the old woman was doing community outreach, showing off her wealth and good breeding to boorish humans.

Karl flipped open the counter door and lead the Saluki to the back room, where all the hard work was done.  The brilliant white room was as clean as the vet's office, any stray hairs swept up between visitors.  A wall of cages stood nearby; three of the eight kennels were occupied by dogs awaiting their owner's return.  Silvia didn't bother to look - surely none of them could match her beauty.

Silvia stretched out, waiting obediently for Karl to pick her up.  He did so, and she felt sure in his strong, practiced arms.  The big man lifted her with ease onto the large table.  A soft cloth covered the surface, for her comfort, and to pick up the clipped hair, and a metal bar hung above the table with bonds for unruly dogs.  Karl had never needed to restrain Silvia, of course.

Rii-ii-ii-iing!

Silvia glanced at Karl, shocked at the interruption of his cell phone.

When Karl suddenly choked back a sob, she canted her head confusedly.  "It's time...This is really happening! I...I need to...  Shit, I'm sorry girl,'' he apologized, looking at Silvia.  She cocked her head, curious.  "Look, Silvia - I have to go; my wife is in labor!  Don't worry, I'll get Maxwell to do you...''

Karl had always seemed to understand dogs to a much greater degree than most humans.  Silvia whimpered, but the man said, "I know, he's not as good as me, but he needs the practice, and I have to go.  Besides, what's the worst that could happen?''

To Silvia, that question wasn't rhetorical, but before she could protest, Karl was calling to the back of the pristine dog salon.  "Maxwell!?  Max!?''

A young man came bursting through the doors a second later.  "What is it, Karl?''  His short, curly black hair tangled over his ears in a rather unpleasant way, his clothing worn haphazardly at odds with the beauty and cleanliness of the rest of the establishment.  Still, he had hopped to fairly quickly; perhaps he wouldn't be so bad as Silvia suspected.

Karl said, "Karen's in labor.  I have to go.  You're up, Max.''

The young man's eyes went wide, and he straightened up.  "Of course sir!  And may I be the first to congratul -''

"No time for that, Max.  This is Silvia, and she needs her usual cut.  Keep her tail -''

"I know her, sir, and her cut.''

"I - oh, good,'' said Karl, stumbling in a very uncharacteristic way.  "And the Dachshund, she needs her nails -''

"I know sir.  Just go!  I won't let you down, Karl,'' the young man replied.

Karl ambled over to get his keys from the drawer of his desk.  "Yeah, thanks...thanks Max.  I'll be back whenever...you know.  Oh, and don't forget to -''

"Go!'' Max urged, and Karl nodding, stumbling out the door on his way to his car.

All of this perturbed Silvia quite a great deal!  She had no idea who this...this Maxwell was.  She wanted Karl and only Karl!  She glared at the young man, who was breathing heavily already, the excitement of the moment making his hands tremble.  Well, great, Silvia thought, shaky hands make the greatest barbers!

"Let's just get you hooked up, you beautiful creature,'' Max said, reaching for the harness.

Silvia was conflicted.  The harness!? she thought, indignantly.  Karl had never needed the harness.  Still, that human had a good eye for quality dogs.  She decided to be affronted by the straps anyway.  Sure, she had no real choice in the matter, but that didn't lessen the importance of the Saluki's opinion.  She lifted her head and scoffed as the man slide the first strap of the harness around her midsection, and then tightened the second section around her slender abdomen.  Like it or not, Silvia was suspended on all fours.

The man walked to the only door and locked it, turning to the workbench.  While Max was prepping his tools, Silvia made a most obnoxious discovery, as a sudden, rather familiar voice called down from one of the kennels.

"So this is what you look like between public appearances.  Wish I could take a picture to show the others, but I don't have a camera.  Or hands.  How would you say it?  'My hair is positively a mess!'?''

Silvia deigned to look up at the Australian Cattle Dog she knew she'd see in the kennels above.  Outback was grinning ear-to-ear down at her.  Karl must have already groomed him; what justice that he would be groomed by the expert and she would suffer at the hands of Maxwell?  "So Mr. Creighton decided to take you to the dinner party again.  I always said the man had bad taste.''

Outback wagged his tail at the mention of his owner.

Two cages over, a noise came out.  "Well, I think she looks just fine as she is.''

Silvia looked over to see the young wiener dog bitch.  She was a fawn color, smooth-furred creature, but was far too large to belong to the miniature show group, and far too small to be standard.  She was obviously a mere pet, then.  Around her rump she, too, wore a white, cloth diaper.  Silvia curled her upper lip and said, "How many medals have you won?''

Cocking her head, the Dachshund said, "Medals?''

The Saluki made a great show of rolling her eyes, and said, "I don't need beauty opinions from a mutt.''

The mutt dropped her jaw, but Outback interrupted.  "Don't worry, Cherry.  I've won medals and she doesn't like me, either.  Consider her dislike a badge of honor.''

"Besides,'' said a new voice, from the next kennel down, "I like you a lot.''

Silvia gasped when she looked down at the new speaker, and nearly fainted.  Thankfully, the harnesses were in place, or she might have spilled from the table.  Inside the kennel was a mutt of mutts: wiry, fluffy short fur covered its small body, and the color seemed a random mix of tan, black and white as if a tornado had struck the sad creature.  Pointy ears stuck off its head, and the fur was longer about the face, making a rather peculiar mustached look.

"What...in the name of God above...are you?'' Silvia asked, astonished.

The abomination in front of her glanced down at her, ears up, eyes smiling, and said, "My name's Reddy.  Well, my pa was an Affenwich and -''

"A what??''

"An Affenwich.  Affenpinscher crossed with a Norwich Terrier,'' he said so casually that Silvia had to blink three times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. ``...what!?''

The oblivious idiot wagging his tail, almost as if he was proud that his family tree was likely the shape of a telephone pole, simply replied, ``Yep!''

She took a stab in the dark and said, "And your mother was a rat?''

Reddy laughed.  "Close!  A chihuahua!  So, I guess that makes me a...hmm...um...a  - ''

"Chihauffenwich?'' suggested Cherry.

Outback chimed in, giggling: "Affenchihuawich!''

"A mutt.'' Silvia said, feeling the need to retch.

Cherry protested meekly, "Well, I think he's cute.''

Silvia didn't even want to think about that.  She just looked away from the three dogs and pretended not to hear them.  Luckily, Maxwell had finally finished collecting his tools, and none-too-soon.  Already the harness was abrading her fur, and she'd be shocked if there weren't permanent damage!  Silvia tried to stand up like at a dog show, holding her tail up and straight.

"Here you are, my dear,'' Max said, grabbing the scissors.  "We'll get you clipped up in no time.''  Silvia counted in her head, but `no time' had already passed.  "Let's just get this diaper off...''

Silvia shivered.  Sure, Karl would have removed her diaper as well, but she trusted Karl.  She decided to huff impatiently while Max began to cut away the disposable cloth.  He was having trouble getting the scissors to slice through, and Max was strangely rushed.  Finally, with a grunt of frustration, the young man simply grabbed the half-cut diaper and ripped it off of her into two pieces, tossing the remains onto the ground.

Needless to say, Silvia found this maneuver rather crude.

For several seconds, nothing happened.  Confused, the Saluki looked over her shoulder as best she could in the harness, and saw the man standing behind her, just looking her over.  Planning the haircut?  Another ten seconds passed with no change, with Max just scanning Silvia's hindquarters.  Then, he said, under his breath, "Beautiful.''

The remainder of this story contains humans in sexual situations; please follow the link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42670539/chapters/121390261

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