FERGIE

Arrival

“This is Fergie! Born deaf.” Linda said as she turned to me to make eye contact to ensure what she was saying wasn't falling on deaf ears. This meant it was important. “You have to be very careful with this one..” she said as she walked me past the kennel fronts briefly introducing me to the dogs, her Embassy No1 Filter hanging loosely in her lips and and two inches of perfectly formed ash ready to drop any minute. Her right hand index finger pointing in the general direction of a rather large spotted bitch who was stood at the back of the large runs, tail between her legs and ears raised up high, her eyes staring sharply into ours. “She does try to bite anyone who tries to touch her. She's had me, Peter and Andrew a few times...” she removed her cigarette and carried on walking to the next kennel “.. best just leave her do the running as she avoids you!...... This one is Megan and she is adorable.”
And so it continued around all 40 kennels and 2 barns. Approaching each individual kennel she would say their names and point out anything I needed to know. Nothing was trivial.. It was all direct and important information only. This was Linda's way and I admired her for it.

Back in my bungalow, which was attached to the main house and come as part of the job, I unpacked all my belongings and went into the main house. During all the unpacking I was thinking about Fergie. There was something about her that really caught my eye. I could see by the way she was stood in the kennels with her tail down and ears up that she wasn't settled. But my, what a beautiful looking Dalmatian she was. And her deep hazel eyes... they really caught my attention. I needed to know more about her.. so I finished my unpacking and set off for the main house to get all the gen about things I needed to know to do my job more fluently.



“That's about it really!” Peter exclaimed as he finished showing me the last of the database. It had everything I needed on it. Feeding. Medication. Routine. Contact info. Dates and everything else that was know about each and every dog. “Anything else?”

“Well there is one thing!” I said, leaning back to stretch my back from bending over the computer. “The large bitch in the kennels, Fergie.. Linda said she has had you a few times.”

“Oh yes. She had me a good one a few weeks ago. Gonna leave a hell of a scar!” he raised his arm and drew back his sleeve to expose a few puncture marks on his fore arm. Hardly worthy of the 'gonna leave a hell of a scar' remark he made, but I could see I had to be careful of her.

“What's her background like to make her such a nervous, unsociable dog?”

“Well.. “ he answered, turning his attention to the computer to quickly bring up her file. “All we know is she was left tied to the fence at the front with an envelope containing £200 cash and a note saying 'Please find me a good home and accept this £200 as a donation.', no name, address or anything. Linda took her into the kennels and was consequently bitten a few times on the way. She refuses to do anything with her again. S to try and fins out where she came from has turned up nothing!”

“Bit shit, innit?” I said.

“Not half.. Just watch yourself with her!”

That was the end of the database and layout introduction, and the Fergie discussion.. The conversation then led to the life and times and history of the kennels and kept us all up until 1am when we all said our blessings and retired.





First Day Alone

All the following night I hadn't felt that I really slept much. I laid awake thinking about all the things I had to do the following day and trying to organize a plan of action based on what I had seen and learned about all the dogs. What's more, I wasn't going to be having any help either. I had got the job as I was experienced in running kennels near where I used to live. I was hired so that Linda and Peter could go away for a week and they were to leave the very next day, which was why I started the very next day. They wanted to make sure they were leaving the kennels in the hands of someone they felt could do the job. And indeed I could. I knew I could because I had done with another kennels for a year and a half.

Now here I was all dressed in my old overalls I always used when on kennel work, stood in the doorway looking around. No car in the driveway, and a note on the door saying 'Mathieu. We left 8am. Hope all goes well. Any problems.. ring Elizabeth on 123-321. She will help you. Linda and Peter'.

“Oh Shit!” I mumbled to myself as I stood up erect. “Left at 8am. So much for a 6am start”. Looking at my watch it said 08:58. I obviously slept better than I thought after all that travelling, introductions and chatting the day and evening before.. Now was officially the time to panic. So I did.

I rushed out to the stores and grabbed my most useful tools of the trade.. the trolley bin and a shovel, and headed to the kennel area to start.

I set about the job in hand and managed to get all the kennels de-pooped, washed, water changed, fed, de-pooped and washed and settled by 11.30. Thankfully it was Sunday and the gates were closed, so no visitors to worry about. I managed to get it all done by working non-stop and rushing around like a blue arsed fly. And when I went into Fergie's Kennel, she did exactly what Peter and Linda said. Just kept running away from me and avoiding me. So I ignored her and didn't give her no eye contact. I just made a point of walking close to her a few times to see her reaction. She just kept watching me and keeping as far away as possible.


Come 12pm I had finished my breakfast and headed back out to the kennels to pick up any few strays of poop and to spend time with the dogs to see all their different personalities. 99% of them were docile and friendly, jumped up, run around, barked, tongue licking and tail wagging dogs. A couple of the older ones just gave a flicker of the tail and accepted a gentle fuss behind the ears. I left Fergie to last. I wanted to try and get her used to me. I don't like to see a dog living in any form of fear. I made a point of doing something about it.





Fearful

I entered her kennel and gently shut the door behind me and walked into the kennel area. She was inside the kennel house and asleep. She didn't know I was there as she couldn't hear me approaching. I turned and sat in the entrance of the house, blocking her exit with my back, and gently tapped the wooden floor. Deaf Dalmatians are very sensitive to vibrations, and as I tapped the floor she immediately woke up and noticed me there. I could hear the panic behind me as I didn't want to look and give her eye contact. She could have taken it as a threat. I wanted her to see I was there, I wasn't afraid, and I wasn't a threat. So I just sat there for half an hour until I could only hear her breathing, feeling her stare. I got up and left without a look.

I repeated this throughout the following 3 days at every opportunity when I caught her asleep. On the morning of the 3rd day I had felt her sniffing my back, arms, ears and the back of my head and hair. I just stayed relaxed and kept looking about the kennels, moving my head around but not looking behind me. As soon as she had finished sniffing I got up and left again.

The next time I went in there and sat in the door way I didn't have to tap the floor. She woke up by herself.. That was when I heard it. It was a wonderful noise. A nice deep sound. It was a rhythmic sound that went...

“THUD THUD THUD THUD”.

I turned and took a glance at her wagging tail. It was banging on the plastic bed she was in as she sat upright, looking at me. I gave her a quick gentle look making eye contact for a brief second and then left again. This time she followed me out the the run part of her kennel and watched me walking away, tail still slowly wagging.

I smiled to myself as I went for my tools to do another round.. I was now starting to make progress with Fergie... the most beautiful looking dalmatian I had ever seen. I was chuffed with myself.



Settled

By the end of the week I had Fergie out in her run playing tug of war, jumping up to catch a ball, running away from me as I playfully bit her back legs with my hands. I had her giving me cuddles, kisses and best of all, I had her always waiting by the kennel door for my next visit. She was a perfect dog I adored.. and who adored me. Linda and Peter were absolutely amazed by the transformation. However, when Linda or Peter went into her kennel, it was right back to square one. She would avoid them. My heart sunk seeing this so I explained to Linda and Peter what I had did to bring her around to me. They didn't seem too willing to want to try doing what I did, more so Linda. She didn't want to ever to anything with Fergie unless she absolutely had to. Peter took my advice and spent a few weeks sitting in her doorway as I had done before she would entertain him touching her. A few episodes of fuss from Peter and she was for him as she was for me.. only she was for me a lot more.. Always watching me, not Peter.

Approximately 3 months later, I caught Linda quietly sitting in Fergie's doorway a few times. She obviously changed her mind and was taking my advise. I turned and walked away unnoticed as Linda was a woman who was very proud, and equally as stubborn. She wouldn't try getting used to Fergie when I managed to tame her, so to speak. She had to wait until it was not a mentioned again, then quietly went and did it. She hated “Told you so!” comments because she liked to do things only if they were her idea.. Its just the type of woman she was. So I said nothing. I was just glad she was making an effort. And it wasn't that long afterwards when I saw Linda walking Fergie down the field on a lead very early one Saturday morning. Unusual activity I thought as I was told each of the dogs has a big run so it doesn't have to be walked. This was to minimize disease and virus' breaking out from different dogs traipsing over the same ground continually. But then, Linda was the boss. Who was I to say anything. I just thought it was great to see her socializing with the dogs. Especially my favourite..




The News

“Oh well Mathieu.” Peter said over a few beers later that night. “I've managed to get a good deal with Bainbridge Pet Foods in Crawley. They can do the Maintenance food for 17p per bag cheaper. And they will deliver if we buy more than 10 bags. You were wrong.” He supped his bitter as I put my Guinness down.

“That's good. I didn't think they'd be cheaper. We currently buy 16 bags a week so that'll come delivered. Saves one of us having to drive down there a few times to collect it. They can bring it in the van.” I said.

“I've got some good news too.” Linda perked in from behind her magazine as she sat low in her favourite beanbag. Peter and I turned to her as she lowered the magazine and continued. “I've found a home for another of the rescues.”

“Nice” Peter said. I liked to hear of rescues having a new home. Always saddened me that I may never see them again, but a home is better for any dog compared to life in a kennel. No matter how hard we tried to make them comfy. A home is best.

“A guy Peter and I met wants to give a home to a deaf rescue.” Linda said, turning to look at me. “He has a very special way with dogs, and can train them and care for them better than anyone we know. He has access to large areas to walk her when he not working and Peter and I reckon he would be the perfect guy to give a home to one.”

“Perfect. Which one is he having?” I asked, half expecting it to be Maxie as he is such a perfect natured liver spotted dog.

“Fergie!” She said as she sat back into her beanbag and raised her magazine in one hand while the other hand picked up her wine which disappeared behind the magazine. My heart and spirit sunk.

“Excellent news Lin.. She is a lovely bitch and we know she can get on with people now, thanks to Mathieu there.” Peter said as he thumbed toward my direction on his way out to the kitchen.

“I hope she takes to him properly, and that he treats her good!” I said. I had to say something. I was truly gutted. I had really grown attached to Fergie, more so than any other of the rescues.

“We'll know by tomorrow night because he's having her tonight!” My heart hit rock bottom. I could feel a lump welling up inside me as I pictured the fun I had had playing with her over the last few months. Surely they knew she was my favourite I know they had seen me spending more time playing with her in her run than any of the other dogs.. although I did always try to be fair. And now they re homing her. A small part of me hated Linda and Peter for it. But then a larger part of me was relieved that they had found someone so nice for my friend. She deserved someone nice after the shit life she obviously had before.

“Nice!” I said. I was aware of the lump in my throat starting to hurt and run dry, so I had to say something and get out of there before the tears came.. and I knew they weren't far behind. I finished the last of my Guinness and said “I'd better go and get her ready and say my goodbye's to her then!” and then headed out the room.

“As a thought, put one of the brand new collar and leads on her for ready for her new owner, Matt.” Peter shouted from the kitchen.

“OK!” I shouted back as I left the room closing the door behind me and headed for the yard. I was barely 20ft away from the house when the first tear formed. I got around the barn before I wiped it away. I didn't want to be seen like this from the house.


Discovering Myself

“Pull yourself together!” I told myself as I wiped it away, and a few dozen more that followed it. I approached Fergie's run and went in. She was sleep in her bed. I sat next to her and woke her up. She awoke with a startle and sat bolt upright in a bit of a panic, but only until she noticed me, then her ears dropped and her tail flickered. I pulled her close to me and spoke gently to her, telling her she had a new home and I'm gonna miss her. I knew she couldn't hear me, but I needed to say it. I couldn't believe how much I was dreading her going. Tears came thick and fast as I felt her lean into me and nuzzle her nose under my chin and lick my neck. I looked at her and she looked back at me. I couldn't help it, she just looked so sweet and pretty that I gave her a kiss on the front of her mouth. I'd never done that before. It's not something I would have ever contemplated, but at that moment, with the threat of Loosing Fergie looming ever closer, I did. Fergie looked at me, and then licked my face, ever so slowly and gently. I could feel her moist, warm tongue running over my mouth. Running over my lips. It was strangely soothing and I liked it. I sat like that for about an hour, just cuddling her, and kissing her.

It wasn't long before I had past the point of letting her lick my lips. She did put a quick darting tongue inside my puckered lips on a few occasions. It wasn't a bad taste compared to the Pedigree Chum or Chappie taste I expected. It was somewhat sweet, and very much of a turn on.

I let her lick a bit deeper each time, and each time she did it slow and gentle. By the end of the hour I was letting her lick all inside my mouth. It was such a strange and titillating feeling and I really enjoyed it. I couldn't really believe how much I was enjoying it as I would never have thought about French kissing a dog before. Needless to say, I found out on that occasion how much I did – and it was Glorious and I was enjoying it. It was the fear of loosing her that made me realize how much I loved this little deaf dalmatian. And it was probably the subconscious realization that I loved this dog which made me happy to kiss her that intimately. And intimate it was. It must have been. I was as hard as hell inside my trousers..


The Goodbye

The moment got cut short as I heard the kennel door rattle open. I stopped kissing her, and just cuddled her. She sat with her nose under my chin mumbling ever so gently with contentment.

“Her new owner is here, Mathieu!” Peter said as he walked in to see us cuddling in her kennel. I kept my legs folded up to hide what was left of my rapidly disappearing hardon..

“OK.. She can go!” I said as I started to put her collar on. “But I cant watch her go. “ I looked up at him through blurry vision, well aware that Peter could see the tears and that there was no point trying to hide them. “You take her from here and let me know when she gone!”. I handed him the lead and he led her out, although she really didn't want to go. She started pulling and trying to get back to me with distinct whimpering noises that can only made by a deaf dog.

I heard her yelping and screaming as she was walked up to the house. She always did scream for me when I left after each visit to the kennel to fuss her. Only this time, amongst the now empty kennel, her screams really cut me. I couldn't go and watch her leave as I would look such a soppy wimp when she was bundled into the car. I eventually heard her screaming fade away rapidly into a muffled noise – the sound of a dog in a car. Just after she stopped I heard a car drive out the rough stone driveway with tyres cracking and popping over the stones and then accelerate past the lane. I cried as I whispered my final goodbyes knowing damn well she could never hear me, and all along I was remembering that final kissing moment with her. How awesome it was, and now I was kicking myself that I never discovered the pleasures with Fergie before, and that I would likely never kiss her again. I picked up a shovel and bucket and buried myself into my work, cleaning, watering and bedding down. I even scrubbed all the pathways to rid the start of a slippy green algae that was hazardous if left to grow.

Some 4 or 5 hours later I was finally finished. I closed what used to be Fergie's stable door. Then I closed the run door. I looked long and hard at the run knowing I'd never again see her. Thinking always about that final kiss and what it did for me. I was just locking the last gate on my way back to my bungalow, looking forward to a meal and to settle down for the night in front of my Amiga 1200 when Peter paged me a message to say; 'Fergie now in new home. Settled asleep on owners bed' .

Oh how that message hurt. It struck me real hard and made me feel like shit. A big part of me was hoping and praying that the new owner wouldn't be able to handle her, that they would want to give her back. But knowing Fergie, I knew she would settle quick. She was a very good girl and always eager to please. I tried to pull myself together and replied to Peter's pager with 'OK. Just finished on kennels and now going to bed. I'm knackered'

I held Fergie's blanket close to me whilst I walked into my bungalow. It was all I had left of her to cuddle.

At that exact moment in my life - Fuck I hated my job. I hated Peter and especially hated Linda.

I fucking hated them all.
Wish the day was over.



Putting Feet Up

I put Fergie's blanket on my chair in the living room as I passed it on way to kitchen. I needed a cup of tea and mostly some food. After filling the kettle I opened the cupboards to see what goodies lay within. Linda did her usually weekly shop that day and had filled my cupboards up with all sorts of goodies, ranging from tins of soup, Frey Bentos pies, beans, peas, pasties, crisps and all sorts of other goodies. The bungalow, water, heating,TV licence, electric and food come as part of my job. It was a sound arrangement.

Even though I only had a limited amount of cash each week, barley enough to buy a new game or bit of software along with some tobacco and a small amount of cannabis, I was a rich man. I wanted for nothing, and had to pay nothing to live.

I decided a Pot Noodle was a good start for the night, alongside two heated Chicken and Mushroom pies, followed by a cup of tea and a few joints whilst sat in bed. I set the microwave to heat the pies for 90seconds and filled up the pot noodle and the mug with a teabag in, then went in to the bathroom for a quick shower and to don my shorts and t-shirt which was my favourite lounging around clothes. Shower done within 2 minutes, I returned to the kitchen and stirred my tea and binned strained the teabag, added milk and then removed the plate of two steaming pies from the microwave. I placed the Pot noodle on the plate next to the pies and picked it up in my left hand and my tea with the other. I managed to turn the kitchen light off with my nose and slowly made my way through the pitch black to my bedroom. I couldn't turn the light on with my nose as the switch was very stiff, although I tried to no avail.

I continued through the darkness and felt for my bedside table and placed my cup on it as I sat on the edge of the bed kicking off my house slippers whilst feeling for the light switch which was attached to the bedside lamp cord. I put my Not Poodle and pies alongside my tea on the side cupboard and rubbed my hands over my face. All this time I could see my memories of Fergie which had built up since I first arrived on the kennels.

I took a slurp of my tea and a bite of one of the pies, but it was still to hot so placed it back on the plate. It was then that I heard a strange noise from outside the window. I honed my hearing onto it expecting to hear a cat brushing past the window pane but what I then heard wasn't that sound. It was the sound of someone mooching around. I dived out of the bedroom and grabbed my crossbow and straight out the front door whilst loading a bolt. As I walked under the door frame the light sensor picked me up and filled the yard with 4 well placed 1Kw floodlights. Lucky for Peter that I wasn't too nervous, as he would have been speared with a bolt as he came toddling back up the yard.. looking somewhat surprised to see me stood there armed with a deadly crossbow and my tackle on show.

“Fuck sake Peter.. You come so close to being shot.!” I exclaimed. I was buzzing high on adrenaline. .I thought I may have caught someone who had been round in the past and stole a ride on mower and other various expensive tools. If I hadn't of recognized them, I absolutely would have shot them>

“Just sorting the bins out. Bin day tomorrow!” he said, darting glances between my swinging tackle, the crossbow and my eyes.

“Why doing it in the dark?” I asked as it was something that confused me.

“I come out the back way. Haven't met the light sensors yet!” he walked past me shaking his head with a smile, making and obvious glance at my naked body as he did. I followed him with my gaze as he approached their main door.

Then I saw something else strange. Linda come out from across the yard in her fluffy slippers and a nightdress and scuttled towards the house.

“Forgot to lock the chicken!” she said.

“Oh! OK.” I turned and walked back into my bungalow and put the crossbow on it's hook again. I happened to look down at my feet and they were now dirty. Couldn't get back into bed like that. I stopped at the bathroom on way back to the bedroom and washed them off quickly. I wasn't amused by all that had happened so far that evening and was gonna be glad to sleep it all away until the following morning.

Back in the bedroom under the dim light of the bedside lamp I sat down on the bed again, as I had before, and took another slurp of tea. It was glorious. I needed it. When I went for a bite of my pie which should have been a good temperature by now, it was gone. Both of them. And the pot noodle was gone too. I went livid.

“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” I cried in temper. I didn't expect to see an empty plate. And no pot noodle pot. I looked around the room and saw the pot noodle on the floor just aside the door. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AND FUCK!” I muttered aloud, again in temper. I stormed over the the pot and expected to see all the noodles all over the carpet, but there wasn't any.

“OK!” I thought. Crystal (Linda's White German Shepherd), or Petslove, (Peter's Doberman) had got loose in my bungalow. Both of them were very mischievous and blatant food thieves. I somehow linked that to the strange behaviour I had observed from Linda and Peter and convinced myself that they had put them in for a laugh at my expense, and then awaited all the shouting.. I knew that they would know I'd not be amused by that. But that didn't explain how I didn't see them in the bungalow. They definitely didn't leave when I came back in as I would have seen them. So they still in here. Must be in kitchen or living room. “I'll soak you bastards if your in here!” I said with intention of Crystal or Petslove hearing. They knew I was a good shot with water. And they knew I knew that they hated water.

I flicked the kitchen light on and saw that they weren't in there, so I walked through and into the living room, absolutely raving at this time. I was aware my face must have been red, and my eyes probably wide and staring.. but I didn't care. I'd had a shitty evening and now the night was getting worse. And when I found who the culprit was, I was going to drag them into the bathroom, soak them and kick them out again.

When I put on the living room light, I found the culprit dog, and it was laying on the sofa. Sprawled out ad content with it's belly being full.

I stood at the doorway and stared at the culprit who was sprawled on my sofa, Rubbing it's head into the cushions with all feet in the air kicked wildly, having a wail of a time. It hadn't noticed me at the door up to that point.
Speechless and confused

I sat down where I was, in the door way, staring. I stayed there for what felt like an eternity, but was in reality only a few seconds.. 30 at the most, before I was spotted by the culprit.

Once I was noticed, she bounded off the sofa and headed to me a full pelt and dived into my lap, licking, smiling, wriggling, wagging.

“Fergie.. my baby. Why you back?”....

Fergie was now on my lap loving all the attention she was getting, In a few hours I had missed her and was loving it that she was here again. But I was confused.

I went through my living room and entered into Linda and Peter's house looking for an answer. Part of me believed that she was here to stay and that it was Linda and Peter's way of giving her to me with a bit of drama, yet I wants going to believe it as it would mean even more heartache If I did and then lost her again.

“Your still up?” Peter asked as he saw me walking in with Fergie following nose to heel.

“What's going on Peter?”

“What you mean?” he asked with a cheesy grin.

I looked at Fergie then back to Peter.

“What's going on with Fergie? Why she still here? What happened with her new home, and being comfy on her new masters bed, and all that shit?” I needed answers..

“Nothing wrong. She was cozy on her new master's bed a short while ago?” he said, grin even bigger and even more cheesy.

“What you telling me, Peter?” I demanded, frustration now quite evident in my facial features.

“You very slow tonight, Matt.!” Linda said entering the room carrying 3 cups of tea. “Think about it.”

“Is Fergie now my own dog? That's the only explanation I can put to it.!” I spluttered out. My heart was really banging hard as I asked that question, and beat even harder awaiting a reply akin to 'No. don't be silly. She just here for another night because of a problem her new owner has just come across and she off to her new home tomorrow'.

They looked at each other as Linda walked about the table to her usual seat by bottom of the stair rail. Neither answered straight away. They left me hanging on an answer whilst Linda put one of the cups in front of Peter which he immediately started filling with his usual 3 sugars. Next was Linda's own favourite 'I'M THE BOSS' mug which was placed on her own matching tea coaster and finally a 3rd cup placed on the table in front of my usual chair which Linda then patted the seat of it in an invitation to sit. I did, immediately followed by Fergie jumping on my lap and nuzzling her nose under my chin as was her want. I was still awaiting an answer. Eventually, after I sipped my tea and sat back to cuddle Fergie, Peter reached under his seat and removed a big envelope he had been sat on and offered it to me. I took it without saying a word, and looked blankly at it.

Now I'm a really impatient and short tempered guy who hates to be messed about, and hate riddles even more, especially when I'm tired, cold and having a really bad day. They both must have realised that I was close to snapping point, as both of them said simultaneously

“Well open it then!”

I reached both hands around Fergie and rotated the envelope into an upright position, and then turned it around so I could see what may have been written on it It simply said 'Linda & Peter Dimbleby'.. I looked up at the two of them, Peter sipping his tea and Linda lighting a Moore Cigarette. I could see that both were anxiously awaiting me to open it.

I turned it round again and lifted the flap which has already been opened and then folded back into itself again, then peered inside at a few bits of paper. I reached in took out the contents carefully, as I did not have any idea what to expect.

The first thing I noticed was Fergie's Pedigree paper and Microchip registration, and knowing what they were I placed them on the table and was left with a smaller white envelope, which again was opened and folded back in on itself. I lifted the flap and was again met by a couple more pieces of paper. I removed them.

Inside was A handwritten letter and a cheque. I read the cheque first which simply said;
'Pay: One Thousand Pounds Only To: Petslove Dalmatian Club' The signature was Illegible but the printed name was Dominique M Thomas B.Sc.

This didn't really mean much to me as we often had donations handed in the form of a cheque.

I faced my attentions to the letter. Handwritten in a beautiful style which I imaged was from a left handed person due to the left hand italic writing. I gave another glance toward Linda and Peter who were watching my face with what appeared to be eager anticipation. I began to read it aloud..

“Dear Linda and Peter,

I recently lost my close companion of 12yrs to Cancer. She was a deaf Dalmatian and the most loyal friend I ever had.

On hearing about your kennels and animal sanctuary I felt compelled to visit in the hope of being able to give a home to another deaf Dalmatian.

Whilst visiting I was shown around by your manager on the kennels side, Mathieu. He was very informative, helpful and friendly. I learned a great deal from him and he helped me to choose my perfect companion for the next many years. “

I tried to think back as to who this guy was, but there was so many people coming and going that I failed to place a face to the words on this letter. The letter continued;.

“During our conversation I noticed that Mathieu did not have a Dalmatian of his own, or indeed any other dog. I asked him why and his answer surprised me. He said

“I don't have time to own a dog because I have all of the dogs you see in here. They're all in my care and they all mean the world to me, I have to feed and care for them, therefore they must be mine!”

I then proceeded to ask young Mathieu how it made him feel about rehoming them and he basically told me it hurts like hell for weeks every time one went out to a new home because he was never sure if he made the right decision in letting them go.

I did show particular interest in a deaf bitch you had there, called Fergie, Mathieu told me he did particularly love this dog as wished she was his own, but in that same breath he said “but what sort of life would she have being rehomed from kennels to life in the same kennels, even if it is the other side of the mesh.”. This made me believe that he was the perfect person to give Fergie a home.

I now write this letter to you, enclosed with a donation cheques of £1000, to be cashed only after Fergie officially belongs to Mathieu along with proof of ownership which will be required to cash the cheque..

Instructions have been left with cashier S.Coles at the Midland Bank, Crawley.

D.Thomas”


I picked up the pedigree and microchip papers and glanced them over with baited breath and a silent heart. They were already signed over in my name and to the address of my bungalow on the kennels.

I was left speechless. I didn't know what to say or do. I had so many mixed emotions from the day and evening that I just couldn't function with any clear thought when this news hit me.

All that happened was I started to cry. And once I started, I let it flow. I didn't even try and hide it from Linda and Peter. I just sat there contentedly cuddling 'my' Fergie close, and sobbing.

A night together

Having finished my tea along with a nice long chat with Linda and Peter I settled back in my own place.

I picked up the cold tea and empty plate from the bedroom and binned the empty pot noodle before again going through the routine of turning off all lights and closing all doors before settling on the bed, Fergie aside me.

As I lay on the bed on my left hand side, Fergie was laying alongside me on her right side, with her four legs folded into me and her face on my pillow looking at me. What a pretty girl she was. I knew she was beautiful from the kennels, but here, now, on my bed laying so close, I could see into her eyes in the dim light and I examined her features closely. She had a short muzzle, wide head, well defined spots and patches which gave her a unique look which I loved. Every now and then, as I talked to her, she wrinkled her nose up in a smile, showing the most beautiful clean white teeth and healthy gums. He neck was smooth and sleek and run down to her well muscular shoulders, following down to a well shaped waistline and thigh, all ending in a very active tail which was gently flicking a heartbeat sound onto my bed which was somewhat rhythmic and soothing to hear.

I put my arm over her and pulled her a little closer as she put her nuzzle under my chin. I kept talking to her softly, despite her being deaf, until her tail slowly stopped waging and was replaced with a gentle, slow breathing which turned into quiet snores. She was asleep, her every breath blowing over my neck and ear. I must have lay there quite contentedly with her for about half an hour before sleep took me.

My alarm was set for 6.30, but at 5am I was awake, and both of us still in the same position as the night before, except Fergie had turned around and faced the other way, yet she was still under my arm..

She must have felt the difference in my breathing as she awoke with a startled expression on her face, but only for a few seconds. It took her a little while to realise that she wasn't in a kennel, but her on my bed, with me. She didn't try to move until I moved my arm and stroked her face. She showed appreciating by wagging her tail rhythmically again, and turned to look me in the eye.
“My God”, I thought... “You are such a beauty!”

It was as if she heard me, and she gently flicked her tongue over my cheek and nose, then again a bit closer to my mouth, and the 3rd lick over my lips. She kept on ever so gently licking my lips a few times until I couldn't resist letting her inside for a kiss like the day before. Every lick was so slow, and gentle, rubbing every bit of my mouth and teeth. I loved it. I started licking her back, and eventually put my tongue in her mouth and started licking her back. She stopped licking as I did and just lay there with her mouth slightly ajar letting me do what I did without complaint. I expected some sort of nasty, doggy piss taste at first, but I was ever so gently surprised. It just tasted of pure sweet Fergie. Unexplainable here. I could feel every bit of her canines, incisors and pre molars. Each so smooth and well defined. And when I licked under her tongue I had a real nice surprise. It wasn't like the upper part of her tongue which was leathery, it was so so smooth, almost slimy, but with no slime at all. Still to this day I've never felt anything so smooth. I loved it. In fact, I must have loved it more than I thought as my penis was now erect like it had never been before in my life, and I feared it was going to burst through my shorts, so I pulled them down enough to let it out and just lay with it against her back.


I was in ecstasy. Loving this kissing which was so loving that I had lost touch with the world and for them moments with her, Nothing else existed. Just my beautiful dalmatian and I.

I carried on kissing her face, lips, licking her teeth, and being kissed for a good 15mins as I gently felt all over her body with slow, definitive strokes of my palm. Absorbing every contour and hair as it passed my palm. Her belly was so, so soft and warm I fell in love with it. Her nipples gently protruding the fine hairs. Down I felt to her thigh and between her legs which must have been good for her as she rolled over a little more and lifted her back leg to reveal all of her belly, and a glimpse of her vulva. I smoothed down towards it and gently over it, all the time kissing her. It felt so nice and warm and soft as I brushed my hand over it a few times, eventually stopping with a finger over it. I felt closely and every so gently started to push a finger in to feel what was beyond. I could feel that it was so lovely and warm, and also gently moist.

I couldn't resist any more. I moved my kisses from her face, right dow3n her body until I reached that most divine of all. She stayed as she was, with head held up watching me with her wide, hazel eyes. I gently parted her lips and took a peak. Inside was a lively light pink fleshy bit which I recognised as her clitoris. I wet the tip of my finger and gently inserted it, rubbing the clitoris up and down and around, all the time watching for her reactions. She did tense up a few times and start to lick the air.. I recognised this as a pleasurable expression from the many times I'd scratched her back and belly. It's a staring look into the air that you just know is pure enjoyment, so I continued to explore this unknown anatomy of my new girl.

I had managed to sink my finger in to the first knuckle, only to be greeted by her legs widening more as she repositioned to lay from her side and onto her back. I carried on gently pushing into her until my whole length of my finger was in and couldn't go any more. I pulled it out, stimulated her clitoris again, and then back in numerous times. I was getting so damn hard and I knew I was weeping pre cum.

I wanted to taste her, but I was weary as I really was expecting some foulness, but I just had to try. I removed my finger completely, and put the tip of my tongue on it briefly then retracted it into my mouth again to flavour it There was nothing. I put my finger up to my first knuckle and licked and sucked it, but still, no nasty taste. Just a hint of sweetness.

“OK” I thought. “All or nothing!”. I looked up at Fergie, who was still relaxed on her back watching me through such gentle eyes. I used two fingers to separate her lips again and pushed my tongue in to stimulate her clitoris. I was more than surprised as I tasted her for real. Such a different taste to what I expected. She was real sweet. I put my lips to hers and licked her clitoris up and down and up and down only to find she grabbed my head with her front paws and started humping my face. I was weary at first, but continued none the less. I didn't stop licking as I found this such a turn on. I knew she was loving it.

Then something happened that really did me a good turn. She became so wet and moist so quickly, and even squirted a little in my mouth, that I knew it must be fine by her, as she had obviously orgasmed. Wow.. I really didn't expect that. Bitched to orgasm. Awesome!.

Her humping only lasted about 1 minute, then she lay back breathing heavy from the exertion, but her paws still on my head. I continued to lick and suck her now very wet and slimy vagina and pushed my tongue in as far as I could.

There was a few more occasions when she tried humping my face again, which only served to get me so horny at one point that I couldn't help myself and couldn't have stopped if I had to. I carried on fer another 5 to 10 minutes with the occasional humping of my face, each hump getting her so soaking wet that she was dripping onto my bedlinen. I knew she was loving it.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I was now with two whole fingers in her as deep as they could go. I repositioned myself with her alongside me, facing me, and kissed each others faces all over again.. deep snogging and pure loving.

I felt down and grabbed my now rock hard penis and with my thumb I felt for her sweet spot and gently put it in the opening of her vulva. As I lay there kissing I was ever so gently pushing and trying to thrust into her, all the time making sure I didn't cause her any discomfort. I could feel the really wet slippy vagina on the tip of my cock and gave a gentle push and felt her lips engulf half my head. I continued to kiss her, and be kissed, and every so gently kept thrusting in and out just that half inch.

After a minute it was down to two inches. I couldn't see my head any more, but could feel it come against a dead stop inside. My heart sunk a little and accepted that it was all I'd ever get with her. That was more than I ever expected.

As we lay there, oblivious to the world, we kept as we were. Snogging each other, licking each others ears, and kissing each others face all over, all this time gently pushing in and out them two inches. It was so glorious. I never gave a thought to the world.

I pulled out after a while and lay on my back and gently coaxed Fergie to come sit on me, which she did. As soon as she was stood over me, her legs either side, she started kissing me again. I felt down and repositioned my cock unto her vulva and again started to thrust gently into them two inches. The combination of feeling her around my head, and her thrusting her tongue into my mouth, and the look of her beautiful eyes looking between what she was licking and meeting my own gaze, I couldn't think of anything else I'd rather be doing.

After a good 5 minutes of doing this, I had a surprise unlike anything I ever expected. She stopped, arched her back and just stared forwards above face at the headboard or wall.. I stopped and just looked at her motionless.. thinking “Oh No!” as I had no idea what was about to happen, all this time still inside her 2inches.

I touched her face to get a reaction which is when she surprised me. She put her head on my chest and gripped my ribs with her front legs and then started humping my cock quite violently. I could feel her breath in short hard breaths on my next and her front paws scratching and digging into my thin flesh over my ribs. Also I could feel her hammering onto my cock. I was still rock hard, and although this took me by surprise, I didn't move. I left her do what she was doing, when all of a sudden I felt something in inside her give way and I sunk in all the way. She carried on violently humping for what must have been a minute, and when she finished I just stared at her expression as it changed back to the gentle panting.

I could feel her around the very base of my cock.. and twitching too. My head was far inside her and was lovely and warm from her deep heat within. We lay there motionless for a minute, me gently talking to her, her laying her whole body on mine and her tongue gentle lolling out the side of her mouth. She looked so sweet. Knackered but sweet.

I was still rock hard, and was aware that she had me fully penetrated now. On seeing she was fine, I gently pulled back out of her unto a point where I could feel she had me locked behind my head. It was strange, but I figured the muscle locking me there must also be the muscle that locks a bitch into a tie with a male.

I pushed back into her deeply and again tried to withdraw but couldn't pull past that amazing clamp. I was now ever so horny as she lay on me, me thrusting in as far as I could, and then out as far as she'd let me.. kissing and snogging each other all the while. I rubbed her behind the ears and fussed her gently all over al the time thrusting gently.

I rolled her over onto her back and lay on top of her, supporting my own weight on knees and hands, and continued kissing her, and being kissed., all the while still thrusting and feeling her slipping up and down my shaft. I was going slowly so I could preserve myself for as long as possible.

It was a few minutes after this when she did something that I just couldn't hold back from. She reached her front paws up and gripped me behind my neck and again started humping herself onto my cock.. I could feel her dew claws and nails digging in to the back of my neck and between my shoulder blades, and at the same time I could feel her banging around my cock real hard. I couldn't hold back any more and I started to hump her back in the same rhythm. It was so glorious for a first time, feeling her groin banging into the balls, and the withdrawing to the point I thought she would pull my head of my cock, and then back again, as deep as she could go.

Some 30seconds later I could feel my pressure building to the point I knew I was going to cum like I'd never come before, and at the same time I could feel her pressure building up as she was coming to a climax. Her nails digging in deep causing a lot of pain which was such a good combination with the orgasm building up.

I did cum so hard it stopped my breathing for all of 10-20 seconds, which was when Fergie stopped humping and relaxed. I felt her release me and I withdrew from her, and felt her gush out what must have been half a litre of pee (which was understandable as she hadn't been out since I got in the night before), amongst which was my cum. It went all over the bed and all over me and I loved it..

I rolled onto my side and lay facing her as my cock went flaccid. She lifted herself up and started to clean herself, then cleaned off my cock, which was something I decided I definitely was going to do again a later date., probably that night.

We lay kissing for a while until the alarm went off. I rose and stripped the bedding and loaded into the washer, while Fergie went outside for a pee. I looked into the mirror when I got into the bathroom and noticed all the scratches and grazes from her paws. They were to be hidden from Linda and Peter under clothing, but to me they were scars of the hottest time of my life.

Fergie and I were active with each other every single day from that day I never wanted for any sex, loving or companionship for as long as she was by my side. I loved her with everything I ever had, and even more than any women I have been with since that day as none could turn me on like my Fergie. The most perfect deaf dalmatian in the world.

And she was mine. :)





R.I.P. Fergie. 07.01.90 – 17.07.04

Still loves you like no other, my most special sweetheart.
I cry whenever I think of you because your not here sharing my life..

:o What a story. Long one a that.. But it was very good. Really enjoyed reading it. Did a real good job at it. Interesting how it and happened, and unfolded. Really put a lot of work into writting this tory. Thank you for posting it. Very good. Thanks again :beer:

This is one of the best, most tender stories I have ever read! Thanks so much for posting it. My heart goes out to you for your loss but I'm glad you had her as long as you did.
LTD

Amazing story! So much details. I liked part where you get only partialy inside of her and then she makes it all in... All these details was super and they made me to thing that i was in the story.;) Super thanks...

very nice

hey.....the story is real good, nice one swad, you always write well :D

hugz and kisses to dyce, tell her i will see her soon :)

and crystal misses you all ready :)

later bud

milylynx

Muttlieclue. Thank you. The story took 3 sessions to write.
And about 8 sessions to spell check. :lol:

Longthindane Glad you enjoyed it. Nice to know some people appreciate the
tenderness as well as the sex. :)

Reiska83 Thanks. A great compliment gratefully recieved. :)

Googleit2 Thanks. :)

Milylynx Thank you my super special friend. Thank you also
for a wonderfull time over xmas and newyear. Also
a special thanks to my super sexy lover, Crystal :wub: :heart: :inlove: .
Give her some more loving from me while I'm not there
to deliver it myself. :) I'l do likewise with your lover, Dyce..

Nicely written ........ you could almost imagne being there ...... watching it all unfold

C1L Thanks for the comment. 'Tis appreciated from someone whose
opinion i admire.

This post has been edited by sexwithadog on Jan 10 2009, 06:39 PM

Very nice story and pic's :rolleyes: :whistling:

Great story, I began to tear up while reading it.

Wow! I think one of the best stories of this board!
Thank you for writing and sharing it! A 10!

All I can say is wow........and give 'ya a 10

Amazing story and I'm sorry for your loss.

:D
Just like my first timw with MY bitch, back when the earth was still cooling! WOW!
:beer:
himfella
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