The Sensational Mr. Fritters

He stroked the length of his lovely beast, watching in disbelief as the woman beside him did the same. "That's revolting" he muttered under his breath, watching her slim fingers disappear in black, curly hair and slide sensually over hips. He was repulsed by her very presence, yet couldn't keep from sneaking sideways eyes to spy on her. He worked his hands down muscled thighs, as she gently parted her own and began to feel her way down each. "What the hell does she think she's doing?" he thought with disdain. Then she began feeling the soft belly and ribs, softly murmuring in appreciative tones. He became so distracted by his utter outrage that he stopped what he was doing and openly stared. Her hands were slipping round the sensitive head, firmly massaging the ears, opening the mouth to inspect the teeth and tongue.

She noticed the man who stood in his quiet gray suit, hands on hips, a look of fury on his face. She straightened her cherry red dress, and tossed her blonde hair over her shoulders, attaching a matching red lead to her dog's neck. "It's called a Labradoodle.  A new breed. From Scotland" , she told him and smiled. His scowl amused her. She turned in matching red heels and approached him, her jet black Labradoodle happily trotting beside her. "Who is this handsome fella?" She bent down, patting the poodle's head and his tail wagged in return. "This", said the man, with contemptuous superiority, "is Mr. Fritters, third time winner in his breed and first place in Sporting dogs last year in this very arena." He sniffed and pulled at Mr. Fritters, for the two dogs were getting acquainted, as dogs will. "Please control your animal. Mr. Fritters does not get along with other dogs." "Oh, he seems so friendly, doesn't he, Maxwell?" The man pulled Mr. Fritters away and said, "We've serious business to attend to. I'm afraid we don't have time to stand around like this." "Oh! Well, good-bye, then. And good luck, Mr. Fritters! I think you're just sensational!"

"The nerve!" huffed the man as he watched her disappearing figure sway into the crowd. "These new new breeds are nothing but a bloody sensationalist's attempt to sully the dog world!"  Self-righteously, he gave his Poodle a final lookover, admiring the multiple pom poms trimmed round his little body. "We won't be bothered by such trash, will we, Mr. Fritters?" Then, he walked proudly toward the judging arena, Mr. Fritters excitedly prancing by his side.