"Tch. Why do insist on buying them from the pound?" asked Candice.
"Adopting them from the animal shelter," corrected Sarah, stroking the jittery creature behind the ears.
"You don't know anything about her pedigree," said Candice, thinking about Sarah's family background and her Ivy League education. "And what about it's age?"
"Aw, mutts are cute," replied Sarah. "With patience and love, I think any pet is trainable."
"Hmm." Candice was thinking about how pink Sarah's ass cheeks would be after a good spanking. "I wonder if it's been spayed?" she mused.
"Oh, the shelter always spays the animals it takes in."
"That's good," Candice said absently. "I suppose you would only want to breed the ones that would produce the best offspring." She was aware that Sarah took her birth control pills religiously, especially since the women in her family were known to be quite fertile.
"Guess you think I'm silly for wanting to get her," grinned Sarah.
"No, I think you should definitely get her," replied Candace, thinking You'll be much easier to handle if you have a companion to play with.
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