Coming Clean
"so is this your burb dog, paul?" michelle smiled in a calming, pleasant manner. paul choked on his coffee. "i'm a friend... not a burb dog." tanner responded, "tan paw jr." he introduced himself, "tanner is just fine." "oh...
The Dog and the "Cougar"
"mmm-hmmm." she confirmed, continuing to unbutton his shirt, "but we've also established that you're a burb dog... and personally i'm a little curious to see which one wins out."
Ch 6: Shattered
It was the first time that the burb dogs in texas decided to stage a public event-- some kind of protest about a new law or regulation or some shit.
Ch 1: About Jason Campbell
It was my first real exposure to a burb dog, even if neither of us knew he was one. very few burb dogs are like he was... a minority in the subculture called 'the bad dog'... but that's getting off topic.
Ch 4: Brotherly Advice
He's had a dog boyfriend for about ten years so he can talk from experience... a lot of burb dog stuff and all, but also stuff that's more main-stream." he explained. "really?"
Ch 2: First Crush
Really, that's more a novelty than anything else-- some burb dogs are really into human hair but since i'm not a burb dog i guess it doesn't exactly have the same draw for me.
Something Borrowed, Something Blue
"how does a half dozen dogs sitting at a poker table celebrate burb dog culture? i assume they'll be wearing collars, but--" eizenzahn interrupted him. "mr.
Pawford, Ch 2: A Camp Story
Pawford Ch 2: A Camp Story copyright 2011 comidacomida I got to spend more time with CJ over the course of the next few weeks. Despite working overtime while coming to understand the expectations of the city for my new position, I somehow managed...
WAG Records
Spot On WAG Records copyright 2012 comidacomida Casey gazed at the five cards spread out in his grasp; he'd been told on more than one occasion that he had a knack for poker and apparently his current winning streak only helped back that theory up....
Ch 4: Showtime!
Despite seeing d.r weidtman on two episodes of dog-eat-dog, i could never remember him going into many details about honey other than the fact that she was his burb dog. that brought up an important question in my mind.
Playing The Part
If he'd ever wondered what it would be like to be a burb dog for a veteran leasher... well... he certainly got a taste of it... and he really really liked it.
She Puts the "J" in "OMG"
"and enough of a burb dog that you don't mind showing a little chest fur, hmm?" the human woman smirked. the comment resulted in a an embarrassed, hunched posture from the mastiff. "pfft."