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Show Dogs
Dog and Bitch - Chapter 1
(the original version - originally posted in the summer of 1995)
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My current lover/companion strolls sedately at my side.

As we take our usual evening walk through the tree-lined streets of
our neigborhood, we are greeted warmly by people and animals alike.

Over the years, this stroll has become a well known ritual.

Sometimes we are joined by others for a space or we stop to visit for
a while.

My partner regally accepts the homage due her.

If other dogs bark at her, she disdainfully ignores them.

Her head lifts and she spares them only a passing glance.

When she moves, it is with the effortless grace her breed is known
for.

For belonging to a breed of dogs known for their elegant lines and
flowing movement, she is a remarkable example of the breed.

I quit showing her several years ago.

She and her children have far to many trophies for us to display.

My wife and I have recently closed the doors of our breeding operation
and now only have her and few others for company.

We still maintain our training classes though. Over the years our
operation has become well known locally as a place for serious dog
owners to train their dogs or as a place to simply relax.

Two generations of children have learned how to work with dogs through
our classes.

May we be here long enough to teach a third generation.

I fully expect we will be. In our early 40's, both of us have been
working with animals most of our adult lives.

The kennel was the result of a dream combined with early publication
and the royalties from some of my books and training videos.

My understanding wife the result of a happenstance meeting at a breed
competition.

She too has had her favorites over the years.

When I catch my wife's eye she smiles back warmly.

She has her favorite with her as well.

Actually, we usually rotate between the dogs when we walk.

Tonight though, is special.

It's the 20th aniversary of the first time we met.

These two dogs are direct descendents of the dogs we had when we first
met. Memories and the fact they are THE favorites prompted us to bring
them.

When I glance sideways, I see my wife has turned inward.

On automatic, she is allowing her dog to guide her steps, trusting to
his judgement and experience to keep her out of trouble.

I look down, gently click my tounge in one of our quieter signals and
get a doggy smile in return from him. He's enjoying this and allowing
me to be his guide.

Every so often as the path changes or something intrudes, he gently
nudges my wife in the proper direction.

Impulsively, I turn from our normal route to take the path to the area
of the local park where we first met.

Getting my bitch's attention, I softly tell her 'to the ring girl'.

An answering gleam of the eyes and suddenly her body becomes infused
with a suppressed energy as she moves.

It is this transformation that made us the despair of so many other
show people. The male, too, has heard. He also displays more
alertness. I have always tried to instill this love of performance in
our dogs. Through love and caring, natural competitive instincts have
become honed into a flair for performance and showmanship. Over the
years of competition, these two developed an arrogant confidence that
had even the ring judges shaking their heads in despair when we
entered the ring. Our fellow fanciers were always good natured about
this. We own a breed that is not very common and this ties us together
far too well for us to let the ring separate us. It became a standing
joke that if my wife and I entered the ring together, the only things
in doubt were which of us would place ahead of the other. And take
best of breed. 3rd place was the only position up for grabs. Both of
these dogs are born performers. And it still shows.

My wife briefly returns to this world as we turn onto the path. With a
lazy, knowing smile she tells me she realizes where we are going. No
words need be said. Knowing we have two capable guides, I finally
allow my thoughts to turn completely inward.

---.

There are words for the interests my wife and I share. The 3 common
ones are bestialists, zoophiles and zoosexuals. Bestialists are what
the media calls people like us when they find out. Others like us
prefer zoophile or zoosexual. To us, bestialists are on the same level
as rapists. Personally, I prefer zoosexual. I'm a passionate animal
lover who also happens to enjoy having a sexual relationship with my
partners, male or female.

I grew up in a rural setting. We always had animals of some type
around. Dogs, cats, chickens, geese. All of the typical rural animals.
By puberty, I was well aware of what sex was about. When I did start
puberty, I naturally developed a keen interest in anything having to
do with sex. Private experimentation with both humans and animals were
a very natural result. Since we had dogs at the time, my private time
with them took on decidedly sexual overtones. Eventually, sex with one
our bitches was the result. I also was dating and exploring that as
well. Somehow though, I found myself more and more often seeking
sexual satisfaction with the dogs. I think it was because
unconsciously I couldn't deal with the mixed signals I always got from
my human partners. Even at that early age, I was sensitive to body
language. With animals, there was no conflict. With girls, there was
always this lingering doubt. Their body would be telling me one thing,
but their voice, something else. In a very real sense, I suppose you
could say my sensitivity drove me to become a zoosexual. When we've
discussed it, my wife tells me it was much the same with her.
Sensitivity combined with the feeling her male partners were using her
and treating her as an object caused her to turn to dogs. She found a
dogs directness and honesty more appealing. Both of us had more or
less become tired of the 'war between the sexes' by our early 20's and
pretty much become exclusive zoosexuals. We never closed out the
options though. Hope is a hard thing to kill completely. By the time
we met, I was a fairly successful show handler and was spending time
assisting a local trainer and learning the ropes. By then I had my own
bitch and had settled on the breed I would raise for the rest of my
life.
When we met, I had been an active zoo for over 10 years. Only with my
own dogs though. Ingrained caution and a sense of honor never allowed
me to become sexually active with the dogs I was handling for other
people. I had become so used to receiving complements on how well my
bitch worked for me that it no longer was a reason to get excited.

The two of us by then were well settled into our partnership. She had
developed a real flair for showmanship in the ring. An apparantly
relaxed bitch most of the time, when she entered the judging area, she
was all professional. Owning a somewhat rare breed allowed me some
freedom to wander at shows. Unless it was a regional meet, there were
usually very few dogs in our ring and the competition was soon over.
Thus, I could enjoy watching from the sidelines.

This paticular meet was an area all-breed show sponsored by the local
clubs. Due to a combination of circumstances, I had somehow been
talked into being one of the handlers running one of the afternoon
classes for novice handlers. I didn't mind it though. I knew my
competition would be in the morning and I would have plenty of time to
relax before I had to be there. During the competition I remember
seeing a young woman about my age with this young male dog that moved
with a supressed power and grace I had seldom seen. I was frankly
relieved when I discovered by reading the program she was not
competing with us. Just watching the 2 of them move together, I was
terrified of ever getting in the same ring with them. Obviously
inexperienced, I figured them to be here to study the ring action. Due
to my distraction, I turned in a less than credible performance in the
ring. Frankly, my bitch's experience carried us that day. We didn't
place, but we were close. I could tell when it is was over that she
was extremely disappointed with me. I could hear her silent 'what the
hell was YOUR problem?' for the rest of the morning.

The woman had been obviously studying us as we worked and I had let
that distract me even more. My fellow club members commented on my
distraction and asked me what was wrong. I vaguely remember mumbling
something about being concerned about something (true), but I don't
remember what I said. (She has since told me she was secretly dismayed
that I would be running the class she was in. She was a long time dog
show enthusiast and well familiar with what it took to be successful
in the ring. Even though she had never yet worked up the courage to
compete.)

I gave the whole thing no further thought and relaxed until I had to
set up for the class.

Everything was set up and I was sitting on the ground grooming my
bitch when someone sat down beside us.

"Not a very good performance for someone my friends keep telling me
'Watch this guy in the ring. He and that bitch are quite a team. You
can learn a lot'. Looked to me like she carried you. You were lucky."

Not a greeting I'm used to. I looked up and stared. It was the woman
and her dog. I smiled ruefully. "Yeah, I know. I was somewhat
distracted." Short pause... "By a woman and dog who I'm frankly
terrified of ever having to compete against. You." Then I turned
serious. "I've seldom seen a dog and it's handler move together as
well as you two. Even untrained the two of you scare me." I paused and
watched the conflicting emotions. Then I gave her an out. "You here
for the class?"

As I remember this I chuckle softly. My wife looks over at me and
demands, "Share!" Still chuckling I tell her "Just remembering our
first conversation." I barely hear her quiet and rueful "Not a good
way to start a good teacher-student relationship was it?", as I return
to our past.

We visited while waiting for the other class members to show. She told
me she had been around dogs and shows for quite some time and that she
had finally bowed to her friends' demands that she show her dog in
competition. She had difficulty believing he was that good. Or that
she could ever compete successfully. I remember telling her that he
was indeed a handsome example of the breed. Upon finding she had
already done obedience work with him, I offered to run him through his
paces after the class if they were willing. She was and I spent part
of the time remaining getting better acquianted with the dog.

As the class progressed, I used all of the dogs and people for
examples. Several times, I deliberately used her dog for the more
difficult parts. I wanted him to get used to working for me. I also
noticed that he was very willing to work with her and her nervousness
was causing him to perform at less than his best. Over-handling, it's
called. As a trainer and handler I see this quite often. Several of
the others had this problem as well. It's common with beginners in any
phase of training. As I wound up the class, I spent some time
explaining this and got some rueful smiles in return. Everyone there
was familiar with how difficult it can be to trust that your dog will
perform. Some of them chuckled quietly as I told them if they had seen
my morning performance they would have discovered that a well trained,
experienced dog can do a lot to overcome poor handling. Some of them
HAD been there and obviously remembered my inept performance.

Then I asked if there was someone willing to run me through an
obedience session. Some of the people had trained several dogs and I
quickly found someone to do the duties. There were several
exclamations of pleased suprise at this unexpected end to the class.
More so when I explained I was going to be working a dog from the
class and doing it for the first time. Most had assumed I would use my
own dog at this point. Most trainers would. Normally, even I would
have. And made comments during the whole time. She's used to this kind
of thing and ignores me when I talk during a training session.

As I ask for her dogs leash, I explain to the small crowd that during
the class I have decided that I want to work and evaluate the dog with
an eye towards working with them individually at no charge to get them
into competition as soon as possible. I get a stunned stare from her
and she barely nods as I quietly ask her to look at the two of us not
as someone working her dog, but as though she were a judge and we were
total strangers.

What I do next is something I do only with dogs I intend to show or
with my own dogs. This is the payoff from my zoophilia. I've taught
non-zoos the ritual, but even when the dogs respond, there is a subtle
but noticable difference in the way they perform. As I kneel in front
of the dog I hold his head and gently talk to him. All of my hard won
empathy and understanding flows from my eyes to his. The crowd
disappears and it is just the two of us. As I stroke his head, I watch
his eyes. There is no fear, no aggression, no uneasiness. Just a quiet
self-assurance and trust. Inwardly, I soar. Slowly, I release him and
smile at him. Suddenly, he barks happily and starts licking my face.
There is a stunned silence as I hug him. I grin openly as I get ready.
I really don't need to do anything more. I KNOW he will perform well.

He worked well beside me. He was alert and there was a spring to his
step and a sense of supressed energy as he moved. There were bobbles
during some parts of the exercise because we had never worked together
and weren't used to each other. However, it was obvious he was well
trained. And most assuredly show quality. After I finished and
returned him, there was mild applause from some of the people who knew
me. Even with the mistakes, he would have scored high enough to place
at most competitions. In a conformation ring, he would have been
difficult to surpass.

Now that the class has broken up, I have a chance to speak with the
young woman again. As I turn towards her I can detect a look composed
of extreme thoughtfulness mixed with stunned amazement. I've seen it
before from other people when I've worked their dogs for them. There's
something else but I can't put a name to it. Only later after we had
known each other for a while did I find out it was a look of hope and
stunned realization.

When I reach her I softly ask "Now do you believe he's show quality?"
I watch as she comes back from somewhere distant from here.

Quietly and softly, "Oh, wow. I've had him handled by others. He's
never moved like that before. That's......... awesome." She turns her
head and watches my bitch sleeping in the shade. "Oh dear, you must
have been REALLY distracted this morning. And you obviously think that
I can do better....." this spoken so quietly and thoughtfully I barely
hear it. More firmly, "You have a deal." .....

Breaking out of my thoughts, I look at my wife and contiue as though I
had never paused. "Maybe not, but I sure won't argue with the final
results." Then I quote something I learned from an old trainer. 'If
you don't know where you're going, it hardly matters how you got
there.'

Arms around each other, we settle to the grass. The dogs romp and play
in front of us. As we lean against one of the trees on the edge of the
clearing, I feel my wife's body move in the manner I've learned is
suppressed laughter. Without turning I simply say, "Well?"

"Thinking about when we admitted to each other we are zoos. Wish I had
a picture of you when it happened. PRICELESS!" Now openly laughing,

My turn to be rueful. "Oh, boy, WHAT an evening THAT was! Looking back
though, unconsciously, I think I knew about you. All the signals were
there. I just needed 'nudging' to realize it."

I get a soft "And I was terrified of what could happen if I was wrong
about you. You had me believing in myself again. I didn't want to
loose that. Nor did I want to lose you."

Mind drifting, I return to that fateful day. We had finished our
training session and the dogs had played together for a while.
Relaxing in the shade, we had the dogs laying between us as we groomed
them. This quiet visiting had become our habit by now. 3 sessions a
week. A month had gone by and her progress amazed me.

"There's nothing more I can do. Only experience in the ring will teach
you the rest. You and that dog have the moves. LORD, do you have the
moves." Softly now, "You're beautiful together. I do believe I'm
smitten. And you know, you don't need me anymore."

Absently, I've been watching her groom him. He's a limp pile of fur.
The muscular dog I watched in the ring has vanished. No matter what
she does or where she touches him, he never flinches. As she works
around his legs and 'private areas' I notice that all he does is
simply move slightly to allow her easier access. Not really thinking
about this behavior, I simply note it and decide he loves to be
groomed. Her movements as she grooms him and pets him are natural with
no embarrasment or hesitation.

For myself, I too have been grooming my bitch. In the eary stages of
heat, she has become a bit sexually agressive towards me during
grooming. For the last two sessions, I have had to constantly force
myself to ignore her displays and invitations for more 'intimate'
attention as I groom her. Today though, my mind is focussed on the
performance I have witnessed. As I come back to awareness, I start as
I realize my caresses have started to get more intimate. And she is
responding to them. Flushing, I look up.

Stunned, I slowly realize I don't see condemnation. A gentle smile, a
raised hand to stop my denial. "I've known since the first time you
worked him. The bonding ritual you used is identical to mine." A
pause. Then very softly and hesitantly, "Me too."

As I absorb this, my mind suddenly adds up all of the subtle signals
I've seen in the last month. Eyes locked, I stand and reach for her
hand. Absently I notice the dogs scrambling to avoid us as she allows
me to raise her to her feet. I softly ask "friends?" I get an emphatic
"friends!" as we lean together and exchange the first of many warm
kisses.

The wedding 6 months later was a rousing success. We were married in
the competition ring after a show. With the help of the priest and a
couple of friends, we had carefully trained our dogs for this. All
anybody knew was that we were getting married. Not HOW the ceremony
would go. We had managed to find one with enough of a sense of humor
to change man and woman to dog and bitch. As well as agree to other
slight changes. (I still grin when I think about it. The video of that
day has become legendary. Since then several other couples have
repeated it.) Tents had been set up at opposite sides of the ring.
Ostensibly to allow us to change before the ceremony. Imagine the
howls of laughter as we entered the ring being led by our dogs. Dogs
holding leashes attached to bright collars around our necks. As we
made a trip around the ring, we lagged a couple of times and the dogs
would give an impatient sideways twitch of their heads to tighen the
leash and work us into position. By now the crowd was roaring with
laughter and applause. Finally, we stood side-by-side in front of the
priest. As we finished the exchange of vows, we had choreographed a
very special ending. Not for the humor in it, but for the very special
meaning it had for us as zoos. We turned to face each other. The dogs
moved with us as we turned. As we said 'with this leash....' Both dogs
stood on their hind legs and offered the leash they held to the other
person. As they came down, they repositioned themselves so the 4 of us
were at the corners of a square. As he said, 'you may kiss the bride',
we linked our forearms together to make cradles. As we leaned foward
to kiss, the dogs stood on their hind legs, rested their front legs
across our linked arms and leaned forward to touch noses in their own
kiss. A picture of that moment, mounted in a gold frame, shares the
place of honor in our home with one other. Another 4-way kiss at a
national meet years later when we swept everything. Best dog in breed,
best bitch in breed, tie for best of breed and amazingly, a tie for
best of show. The dogs we have with us this evening. THAT picture is a
duplicate of the cover of an international magazine that has the
headline 'The Legends SWEEP!'

That 4-way kiss became an end-of-show ritual. In the ring when one of
us won, outside otherwise. It became our special way of telling each
other that the ring would never separate us. It became so well known
that when one of us won, people would start chanting 'give us the
kiss!'

As I rise to my feet to go home, I reach down to my wife and ask 'How
about a kiss?' with the special inflection that lets the dogs know
it's their turn as well. Smiling, everyone joins together. 4 lovers
joined in a joyous avouwal, we share that love with each other as
twilight fades into darkness.
====

Looking Back
Dog and Bitch - part 2
---

 I smile.

"It's not been a bad life, has it?"

The four of us are gathered together. We are relaxed and comfortable
in each others' company, as only lovers and old friends can be. It's
one of the few moments that we truly get to ourselves these days. Not
that we begrudge it, but the change *can* be especially welcome,
because of its rarity.

My husband of many years smiles at me and raises his glass in warm
salute. We drink a toast to the occasion and share a celebratory kiss.

A nudge at my elbow makes me break off the contact with a laugh. I
look around to find a pair of brown eyes gazing at me with
unmistakable demand. Max wants *his* share of the attention. As I
reach a hand out to caress his fur, I see Spirit wander over to get in
on the action too.

Generations removed from our original lovers, they are still
remarkably similar in physical appearance. That's part of the reason
that we love these two so much. There have been others, but I find a
special bond exists between we four.

Max is six now. At times, he still looks and acts like a two year old.
He is a champion of his breed - elegant, graceful, vibrant with
repressed energy, and utterly beautiful. He knows it as well. There is
an air of self-confident hauteur about him, as if he graciously allows
us to keep company with him. I chuckle. Perhaps he does at that.

Spirit is slightly younger. She is four years old, and no less a
remarkable creature than Max is. I have lost count of the prizes that
these two hold between them, and I have no idea which one is ahead on
points. Both are equally precious to us, and they know that they don't
have to compete with each other for our attention.

The four of us have snatched one evening together to celebrate my
birthday. I suppose I could have chosen to go somewhere special for
the night. To tell the truth though, a quiet evening alone with my
lovers is all the celebration that I need.

As I invite Max and Spirit onto the couch to join us, I smile and
reach for my husband's hand.

"Things have happened so quickly. Just a few years ago we were....", I
chuckle again, "'normal' people. Look at what we have now."

I pause and reflect. A family bigger than anything we could have
imagined. Responsibilities and duties that run deeper than even our
closest friends can imagine. Rewards? Plenty of them.

I curl my fingers around his, in a gesture of togetherness and love.

"Do you remember how it all began?"

* * *

How it all began.

As I relax into my wife and the dogs settle next to us, I can't help
but chuckle softly.

"Which beginning? Madame Bitch."

She starts to chuckle as her own memories surface.

"There have been a few of them haven't there? Dr. Dog."

I smile ruefully as I remember. Though few around us in RL know the
real people behind those names, the reality is that we are world
famous. As are some others who shared those beginnings with us. Or
have joined us since.

Before the internet was readily accessible, that faceless couple began
a quiet crusade to promote better understanding of the zoophile
lifestyle.

'Dog and Bitch' as we soon became known, were a quietly open zoophile
couple. They readily answered questions about what it was like to live
together and both have sexual relations with their dogs. In those
early years, they often had to gently soothe people who had yet to
come to terms with what they saw as perverted and unnatural.

We had our share of hatred directed at us. Several times we had to
switch to using out-of-the-area BBSs to maintain contact with others
like ourselves.

That simple beginning was one of the most important ones.

Both of us found time to teach dog training classes between shows.
Soon after that quirky beginning in the park, she and her dog started
winning shows with regularity. If she didn't, many times I would.
Somewhere along the line, one of our friends jokingly said our ring
performances were becoming legendary. 'Legends in our own time' she
called us. The name stuck.

I smile as I look at the 'other' gold-framed picture sitting on the
mantle. It's a copy of a magazine cover. The four of us in a 4-way
kiss at a national meet. The banner headline across it says it all.
'The Legends Sweep!'

We'd done exactly that. Spirit and Max had romped through everything
to wind up tied for best of show. Rather than a final competition to
try and choose between us, the judges decided to leave it as a tie.
That was less than a year ago.

We still show these two but often we tell the judges beforehand that
we are doing it to keep our hands in rather than as serious
competition.

The travel that shows involved us in let us meet others like
ourselves. That added still more to the 'community'

That was yet another beginning.

While all that was happening, I had finally managed to get one of my
training books published and the income from that helped to support
us.

As video tapes became more popular and we had started teaching
training classes, we decided to do a series of training videos. One
was an overview of the entire process. Then, we did individual ones on
each aspect of training.

At that point, the income from those took off and I was finally able
to live a dream I'd always had. We purchased a small ranch and began a
breeding operation and training center for all aspects of dog
handling.

Still another beginning.

Then we started doing special shows at the local schools.

Actually, we started doing the shows soon after we married. About six
years in fact. Melissa made sure of that. How can mom and dad refuse
to bring their oldest daughter's 'puppies' to show and tell?

That quiet beginning led to the development of a two-person / 4-dog
'production' that tours all the local schools.

Which, in turn, increased the size of our training classes and still
gives us the money to continue with what we consider our most
important job.

Dog and Bitch maintain an internet presense. Friends, confidants,
counselors, advisors, teachers. That and much more has made us two in
a community of internationally known zoophiles.

The internet. Perhaps the most important 'beginning' of all. Neither
one of us foresaw the rapidity with which things would happen once we
got on the net. How could we? BBSing had only partly prepared us for
what happened.

Now, we often have 'guests' at our place for varying amounts of time.
Both of us wound up getting degrees as therapists specializing in
zoophilia. We regularly hold classes for other therapists who find
themselves dealing with zoos.

The list seems endless...

I reach over to touch a control to open the curtains so we can look
out over the valley below us.

Settling back, I wrap an arm around Donna and comment...

"I still remember the question that started it all."

I feel her body shake in a soundless chuckle.

"Terry? Do you think we'll ever find others like us?"

"Well, we know the answer to that one don't we?" Her voice is tinged
with wry humor.

We hug each other as we start laughing ruefully at our shared naivette
in those early times.

* * *

One evening, Donna and I were in the park relaxing with the dogs. We
had let them run, and now, we were stretched out side-by-side on the
grass and we each had a leash in our outside hands and our inner arms
were underneath each other.

The talking was over and I was dreamily contemplating the sky and
stars when I felt her raise up. I turned my head to see her looking
down at me. Her eyes were filled with a questioning sadness I'd never
seen before.

When she saw me become aware of her, she spoke quietly... "Terry? Do
you think we'll ever find others like us?"

I was surprised. I had always figured there would be other zoophiles
around. To find them and meet them had never occurred to me.

We'd both done some quiet research and discovered that in everything
we found, our lifestyle was condemned and should be eliminated. *We*
knew that it hurt no one. If fact, it only made us closer in ways we
couldn't describe.

Because of our bonds with our dogs, we had a deep appreciation for all
life. It also let us better understand and work with any dog as we did
training.

I still thought it a miracle that we had met.

We'd often discussed this with each other as we tried to figure out
what seemed to make us 'different'.

"I don't know.

"I don't know how we would go about looking. Any ideas?"

It was her turn to look thoughtful.

"I don't know... The sex magazines maybe? They advertise bestiality
movies. A couple have published photos of bitches on their backs as
jokes.

"Maybe, the people who took the pictures were hinting that they
themselves had sex with their dogs."

Now it's my turn. "There are the contact ones too. I suppose, we could
start looking through them to see if we find anything."

So, that's what we did. We started buying magazines and sex papers and
reading the ads.

The magazines weren't any help. Aside from the occassional poorly
written story that got the details wrong, there was nothing we could
find there.

We had more 'success' (if you could call it that), With the speciality
ones that were nothing but ads. There were a few ads for people to
have sex with dogs.

Nothing we wanted to respond to though. They all seemed to want to
just watch or use the dog for sex. That wasn't what we were looking
for.

Didn't *anyone* want to share a tender loving relationship with an
animal? It seemed they didn't.

Finally, we turned to the sleazy underground type of papers you bought
at the sex shops.

That led us to our first successful contact.

Computers were still very expensive and prinitive back then. The
'revolution' as it's now called had just started and nobody had
realized it yet.

But, there were those people who were putting BBS's online. Bulletin
Board Systems. Specialty systems you could call over the phone and
trade infomation or files.

Naturally, The sex industry found the new method to their liking. We
saw ads for all types of sex being talked about. Even, 'perversion'
specialty systems. Some mentioned bestiality by name. Never zoophilia
though.

That was fine with us. By now, we knew that people didn't see a
difference between bestiality and zoophila.

So, reluctantly, we paid the outrageous price of nearly $10,000 and
bought our first computer. More scrounging for the communications
software that would run on it and the purchace of a 300 baud modem and
we began calling these BBS's.

Let me explain something here. At that time, IBM had not sold their
first PC. So each computer had to have software that was designed to
run on it. With a few exceptions, most of the time, you couldn't just
take a program from one system to a different one and expect it to
run. Transportablity of software was a goal, not a standard like it is
now.

Finally, we found one that had a discussion area for people into
bestiality.

We read the messages and watched the live conversations.

Finally, since people seemed to respond more quickly to women than
men, Donna picked out a name and posted her first message.

As 'Madame Bitch', she asked the plaintive question...

"Isn't there anyone else out there who *loves* their dogs? Treats them
as equals instead of a sex toy?" Are my husband and I the only ones?"

All but one response over the next few weeks derided us for thinking
we loved our dogs. Some of the messages were from people pretending to
have had sex with a dog. That was when we realized the most people
seemed to have no idea about what sex with a dog or bitch really
involved.

Many thought we forced our attentions on them. That the dog or bitch
couldn't make their desires known. Animals were dumb. They couldn't
speak so how could they tell us they wanted sex? We had to be deluding
ourselves and had trained them into this behavior.

'Dr Dog' stepped in and began explaining 'The facts of canine life' to
these people.

Finally, the message that set us on the path to our future arrived.

"Dear Dr Dog and Madam Bitch,

"Are the two of you for real? Do you *really* 'make love' to your
dogs? Dosn't it bother you that it's wrong? How can you do it and stay
married?

"I feel so unclean. Nobody seems to understand that I really do love
my bitch. I'm all alone and she's the center of my life.

"You're the first people who act like they understand what I'm talking
about. I've never told my friends or family. Just you.

"I know I should stop. That's it's perverted and wrong. But I can't.
People just don't treat me right. I try to form a relationship and it
never works out. She's always there for me.

"Please talk to me."

Signed.. 'Depressed'

I wish we'd kept that message.

It still brings tears to our eyes when we talk about it.

We've often wondered what happened to him. We talked with him for
almost a year and then, when that BBS shut down, we never heard from
him again.

We'll never know for sure if we helped him or made a difference in his
life.

He did in ours. Working with him, and then others, forced us to
realize how rare we were.

His message introduced us to the real world as seen by far too many
zoos.

Over the next 10 years, as we went from BBS to BBS, we developed a
following of people who we kept in touch with. Once in a while, we
talked to others who were as comfortable as we were about our sexual
lifestyle.

All were single though. We had yet to meet a couple such as ourselves.

After several years of talking with one person, we all felt we trusted
each other enough to arrange a meeting. To make it easier, Donna and I
told him of our plans to be at a show in his area. We described
ourselves and the dogs and told him where we would be competing.

He didn't describe himself and we would let him decide if he wanted to
take the final step and talk to us.

After the competition had ended, we were settled by the ring and a
young man in a t-shirt and cut-offs walked up to us. With him was a
well groomed mixed breed bitch.

He stood there watching us.

Was this him?

Fianlly, Donna stood up and faced him.

"Hi. Do you have something you want to ask us?"

He looked around nervously.

His voice was trembling. "Are you Madame Bitch and Dr. Dog?"

Donna, bless her, never faltered.

"Yes. We are." And she reached out and hugged him.

I'll never forget the tears in their eyes.

My eyes refocus on the present and I look at the collage of pictures
above the fireplace. With no trouble at all, I find his. Or rather the
series of pictures of him.

Each picture is of a young man. Each has a dog in it. The dogs
sometimes change but he is always smiling and relaxed. In a couple of
them, he and the dog are gazing into each other's eyes. The love is
unmistakable to those who know to look for it.

There are other, similar pictures. We've taken most of them but a few
have been taken by their human partners. Or by themselves.

That collage is special in a way few except the people in it know.
Every picture is a picture of a zoo and their partner.

"Remember Mike?" My voice is soft.

Donna turns to smile at me and then follows my gaze.

As we cuddle, I dimly hear her comment. "Of course I do. How could I
forget?

"He's our next door neighbor."

As one, we return to looking out the window at the lights spread out
before us.

Max and Spirit seem to sense that we have settled for a while. They
stretch out and get comfortable. Each places their head in a lap. As
Donna and I start to pet them, they stretch a bit furhter and touch
noses in their own private greeting. Then, they both let out sighs and
relax into our carresses.

As my hands idly stroke and touch my two lovers, I watch the pattern
of lights in front of us.

Like our lives and those of the people we have dealt with, individuals
come and go. Still, a basic pattern remains. A pattern defined by the
first decisions made.

Donna and I long ago accepted our places in that pattern.

That knowledge brings us peace.

I rest my head on her shoulder and eventually I fade off into a
contented slumber.
====

note: This story takes place a few years after the events in 'Looking
Back.'

The Guest
---

The doorbell brings us back to the needs of the day.

We share a look and then we go to see who it is.

We open the door and for once, a total stranger is there. Before
either of us can react, he visibly gathers himself and speaks his own
question.

"Are you Madame Bitch and Dr. Dog?"

Donna answers for both of us.

"Yes.

"We are.

"Care to come in?"

He nods jerkily and we all go to the kitchen.

Normally, we take strangers to the living room. This time, Donna has
decided to take us to the kitchen. I've learned not to question her
decisions at times like this.

I make some tea for all of us and then settle in a chair.

That's when I notice he has placed a well worn book on the table in
front of him.

Yes, I recognize it.

It is a first edition of the training book I wrote. Now in it's fifth
revision, I wonder that he carries this one.

I touch Donna's arm and nod at the book.

Her eyes widen as she finally realizes what book it is.

We look at him questioningly and he blushes...

"Ummm...

"Well, I know this sounds a bit 'childish'.

"I was hoping you'd honor me by autographing it as Dr Dog and Madame
Bitch.

We are both used to requests to autograph our books.

Few call it an 'honor'.

Still fewer ask us to sign as our net personnas.

I finally nod and go get a pen.

As I sit down once again, I pull his book to me and open it.

"Who do I make the dedication to?" My question is absent-minded.

There is a long silence. Long enough to get me to look up.

Finally, he whispers his request.

"My name is John... But - I would rather you dedicate it to
'Depressed'.

"That's who I was when you saved my life.

"Twenty-two years ago.

"I've never forgotten how you helped me."

"Depressed? " My mind is numbed.

I look at Donna.

She is staring at John in silence.

Finally, she whispers

"John is the first zoo we ever talked to on the BBSes."

I finally find my voice.

"We've never forgotten you either.

"Trying to help you - set us on the path we now walk.

"All that has happened since then...

"Was set in motion when we decided to help a person whom we knew only
as 'Depressed'

"It is you who honor us by being here."

I look down and finish signing the book. 'From Dr. Dog to Depressed.
The person who started it all.'

I pass the book to Donna and watch as she signs it. 'For all of us who
owe you so much... Love, Madame Bitch.'

She closes the book and passes it to John.

We watch as he opens it to read the simple words.

As he begins to weep, Donna and I glance at each other and share
smiles. We have both heard the dogs come in from outside.

I still wonder at what led these two to teach themselves how to
comfort people in emotional pain.

With only glances at us, Max and Spirit flank John and begin their own
form of 'therapy'.

Front feet on the table, they begin to gently lick at his face.

I let some of my inner amusement show as I introduce the three of
them.

"John, meet Max and Spirit.

"Our current favorites."

"They don't like to see people depressed either."

A subtle tension leaves as he at last begins to laugh and fight them
off.

"It's hard to believe that you are the same people I first talked to
about loving my bitch.

"After that BBS shut down. I never found the courage to try and find
another way to contact people.

"It was less than a year ago that I got on the internet."

His shrug is a bit wry.

"I was looking to see if Terry had written any more training books.

"I found that one when I was searching used book stores for books on
dog training.

"It had something in it that drew me. It admits to a companionship.
That when you train, you have to consider the dog's emotional needs
and ways of thinking.

"Getting the dog to work with you.

"Only when the search on your name turned up your web site...

"Did I realize who you might be."

"I never really expected the Dog and Bitch who ran it to be the same
ones from so long ago."

His voice drops to a whisper. "Now you tell me I am responsible for
all that is on your site. For what you have here...

"I'm the one who turned you to helping those of us who have had
problems.

"Do you really comprehend how much of a difference you've made?"

He pulls out a disk and sets it on the table.

"This has all my notes from the time we first talked.

"My diaries from then...

"Random thoughts and feelings.

"Some of it is from before that time on the BBS.

"One other person knows of it.

"A young woman who is also a zoophile.

"We met at one of the chat rooms and things just sort of went from
there.

"We finally decided to meet in person and she suggested that since I
would be in the area, I should stop and see if you were really the
same people I talked to back then.

"She told me her parents knew of and accepted her choice.

"That they would have no trouble about my being a zoophile.

"I hope it's true. Even though she's a lot younger than I am, we seem
to get along with each other very well.

When he speaks this last, his voice is very wistful. From experience,
I know what he is really saying.

He's 'suffering' from what Donna and I sometimes call 'delurk
euphoria'.

"Her net name is 'PureBredBitch' and we love each other very much."

I'm sipping at my tea when he mentions the name.

In my surprise, I choke and then carefully set my glass on the table.

I look at Donna and see her hands clenched around her glass.

We look at each other and the room vanishes.. She whispers it first.

"PureBredBitch?"

I turn back to John.

"You've been set up." Are my only words.

I go to the kitchen door.

I open it and look at the young woman sitting on the back lawn.

"Someone is here that I think you may want to meet."

My next words are bland. "His name is John."

I get a huge smile as my reward. I don't try to hide my own grin as
she pushes away the dogs and gets up.

After she walks in, she nestles into my side and we walk to the table.

"Melissa, meet John. The person who started us on this road.

"John, meet 'PureBredBitch'. Our oldest daughter."

"Daughter?" His voice is a shocked whisper as blood drains from his
face.

Then he turns bright red as she calmly explains.

"I've known they were zoophiles since I was a little girl. They forgot
to lock the door one time and I went in to be comforted. Mom was tied
and Dad was laying next to her with one of our bitches.

"Wasn't anythiing they could do except explain things to me.

"It was my own choice to try it out for myself after I lost my
viginity to a boyfriend.

"The difference was... Eye opening."

Poor John was staring at her in shock as she continued.

"Since both my parents are zoophiles..."

I could see the laughter in her eyes as she started to grin at him.

"I figured I was a 'purebred' zoophile because of that.

"A 'PureBredBitch'."

Donna is first to recover... "Be nice dear. I don't think John is used
to being teased like that."

He finally finds his voice. "Oh, I'm used to her teasing me. It's just
that...

"Well, I've never heard the story about what made her choose her net
name.

"At least now I begin to understand how come she has always been so
'comfortable' while talking about her chosen sexual lifestyle."

There is an awkward pause as Melissa pulls a chair over to settle next
to him. As she settles, Donna and I start to rise and leave them.

"No... Please.

"Stay here.

"I understand both of you are therapists."

We nod slowly and resettle in our chairs.

"Melissa here knows most of my story. She can help me tell it if I
begin to falter."

Donna and I look at each other and ask a question of the other with
our eyes. Things have become very serious. Do we stay as
professionals? Or as concerned family?

John and Melissa wait quietly and patiently as we have our silent
discussion.

Donna's eyes flicker sideways and a barely detectable tilt of her head
combined with a very slight smile tells me we should act as
therapists. Melissa is the 'concerned family member' that is needed.

"John?" Melissa reaches to lightly touch his hand and then hold it in
hers. "I know it's awkward. You don't have much experience at meeting
people you've only talked to on the net.

"Especially meeting those who you've been so... open with.

"I won't say they've heard it all before." She blushes and looks away.
"They only know that I've been spending a lot of time talking with a
man who is a zoophile. One I hoped to someday meet in person.

"That's all they ever heard from me."

"She's right." Donna breaks the silence. "Terry and I only know she
has been heavily involved with someone.

"It's your story to tell. As much or as little as you wish."

---

John finally stands up and turns away from us. After doing so, he
removes his shirt so we can see his back.

I wince as I see the faint scars that are visible. We've seen similar
scars on other zoophiles who have come to us. I notice that although
Melissa shivers, she doesn't pull away. Instead, she stands and helps
him put his shirt back on.

Once that is done, she looks at him and pulls him into a close
embrace. She also whispers something we can't hear.

As they sit down, I notice they have both relaxed a little. Now, it is
John who reaches for Melissa'a hand.

"You three are the first people I have voluntarily shown my back to
since that happened.

"I'm 39. That happened when I was 9.

"My mother and father did that when they discovered me playing with
myself.

"It was... Very effective in convincing me that sex was not a good
thing. It also made me fear any close relationships with people.

"A doctor saw those during a regular checkup and I was taken away and
placed in a better home.

"The damage was done though."

There is a long silence as he obviously sees his past.

Melissa refills all our glasses and then goes to stand behind him.

He flinches as she rests her hands on his shoulders and then begins to
gently massage him.

We watch as some inner terror is suppressed and then he reaches up
with one hand and touches one of hers.

There is a look of wonder beginning to form on his face.

"I owe him a neck and shoulder rub." Melissa's voice is quivering with
a tenseness that is unusual for her.

"This seemed like a good time to pay up.

"No human other than a doctor has ever touched him. Those contacts
were during normal exams and such. We agreed that I would be the first
person to..." She blushes and bows her head.

"Touch me as a close friend. Or as a lover would." He finishes it.

"I've never been with any human. Melissa and I... Well, after we
talked it over, we decided that a woman zoophile would have the
understanding and patience I need in a first partner.

"After all these years, I still need to know for certaiin.

"I need to know if my fantasies about human sex are just that. Or if
it will give me something that I can't ever find with animals."

As I sit there and struggle with my emotions, I watch the two of them.
No wonder Melissa is scared now. She has manipluated all of us. That
alone tells me louder than any words that she knows what she has taken
on.

"She, or he for that matter, doesn't *have* to be a zoophile." Donna's
voice is calm. "Granted, a zoophile brings that extra understanding to
the situation.

"In this case, I agree, such a person is a wise choice."

I finally nod at them slightly. "The two of you seem to be comfortable
with each other. Physical contact between the two of you is something
you both are comfortable with. That's a good start."

I'm still struggling to deal with this as I finally smile lopsidedly
and shrug a bit. "The guest house is available to you for as long as
you want. It's not the first time this has happened here.

"I won't ask if you are both sure of yourselves.

"Think of it as just another first time for both of you. Both of you
are sexually experienced. All you need to do is discover and adapt to
your new partner.

"Take your time and don't force things in an attempt to prove
anything."

"You already know more about each other than most couples do when they
first meet." Donna interjects a quiet comment. "Melissa in particular
already knows enough to temper her normal actions.

"John, you already trust her enough to relax under her touch. Both of
you are skilled at reading your partner through their body.

"Forget words. Speak with your bodies. I think when the time comes,
you both will know it." Donna falls silent and watches them closely.

"John..." Melissa's voice is quiet but firm. She reaches and gently
turns his head so they make eye contact. She holds him there and I
barely hear her next words.

"Treat me as you would a bitch you love."

"After all, in a very real sense, I am a bitch. I can't help being
one.

"I love and have sex with dogs.

"You act like a human male. But, deep down, in those most important
places, you are really a dog. A dog I want to make happy."

"That's something I have already accepted about both of us. I don't
expect any of the 'normal' experiences between us. So, let's just
accept whatever happens as 'normal'.

"Normal for us.

"I don't fear. I don't expect anything specific. We both know what it
is like to have a new sex partner."

Her eyes glitter with renewed mirth as she watches him consider her
words. Even so, her next words startle me.

"If the love is there, the sex will probably happen.

"John...

"The love is there."

The beginnings of a smile tug at his lips. "The sex *will* happen. I
make no promises about anything other than that."
====


What follows is the original opening to 'Dog and Bitch' chapter two.
It's dated August 24, 1995.

To put this in perspective, it was the fourth story I started writing
for posting on the net.  I posted a short on July 30, 1995, then,
according to my records, posted my first story on August 20 of the
same year.  There were two other stories written and posted before I
wrote this, then later, decided to go a different direction.  

It's unedited so you can see how much I've changed over the years.

Note:  'Dog and Bitch'  are a special couple to me and the reason I
kept this bit around is because I always wanted to redo it and add it
to the series.  However, over the years, I've included much of it in
other work, most notably, 'The Temptress'.

If nothing else, it provides a snap shot of the attutudes prevalent
back when I wrote it.

January 26, 2011
----


	What's it like being a zoo?  How can you live with yourselves?
What you do is WRONG!  You sick perverts.  What made you decide to be
a zoo?  How do you teach your dogs to fuck you/ allow themselves to be
fucked?  These and other questions/comments are directed at us in our
online personnas of 'Dr. Dog' and 'Madame Bitch'.  In the early years,
it was while on bbs's.  Finally, as the internet grew popular and more
available to those who couldn't afford the expensive links, the
questions became a barrage.  

	We've provided support and understanding for thousands by now.
Along with the other zoos online we are part of a very real community.
Not an obvious one yet, and quietly growing as we gain more acceptance
and tolerance.  From the messages we exchange with others and from
memories of the period before we met, we really do know how singularly
fortunate we are in our partnership.  We've tried to provide support
and understanding for troubled zoos.  Many times our guest house has
been used by zoos trying to put their lives in order.  Sometimes
people who have just discovered zoophilia and trying to reconcile it
with how they were raised.  Sometimes couples who have just discovered
that one of the partners is a zoo.  Occasionally non-zoos who are
plain curious about us and want to visit in a attempt to better deal
with our lifestyle.  On very rare occassions, we have had couples who
met and stayed together after discovering they were zoos.  Once in a
while, we have gone and brought home zoos who were openly suicidal
after being persecuted by their community.  These people are our
'specials' and we have maintained quiet and regular contact with them
over the years.  Early in our marriage, we both took special courses
and are certified to work with suicide prones.  Troubled people have
always been welcome and it is not unusual to get middle of the night
calls from local kids who are troubled and want to talk.  Not usually
about zoophilia or bestiality.  Even in this day and age we have not
let the community at large know what we are.  No, this comes from our
classes and other times we have openly told people that if they are
troubled, call us anytime.  We give special shows at all of the local
schools.  Two things never vary at these events.  The first when,
after introducing the 6 dogs we usually take with us, we put leashes
in their mouths and send them into the audience with a soft 'go find a
friend'.  The kids have been told not to grab at them as they work
though them.  The second is a variation on our 4-way kiss.  The dogs
have all learned that if the children are small, they are to support
most of their own weight as they turn and gently kiss the person who
worked them.  We make a special point to have photos taken at this
point and give them to the people as the dogs escort them back to
their seats.  I remember one truly memorable time when a woman gasped
and fainted when one of the dogs chose her child.  There was a bit of
confusion until she was revived.  It turned out she had been 'chosen'
in one of our early shows and her children had always asked her what
it had been like when they saw the picture.  While she recovered, we
called a temporary halt and I went home and brought back our current
'show pair'.  When my wife and I handed her and her husband the
leashes, I thought they were both going to pass out.  This time, at
the end, not only did we have children sharing their kisses, we had a
young couple with tear-streaked faces joyfully sharing a 4-way kiss to
the roar of a thoroughly approving crowd.

	We have quietly developed links with all of the mental health
professionals in our area.  Together, we've given private classes to
them on zoophilia from a practitioners viewpoint.  A couple of them,
while non-zoo have gone on to specialize in the field.  When any of
them run into a persistant 'but you CAN'T understand!!'  They respond
by asking how their patient would feel if they could deal with a
practicing zoophile during their treatment.  A zoophile who was also
trained in mental health. If they get a yes, we're called in.  I
understand that our 'case history' as written up by a friend has
quietly become recomended reading for anyone dealing with bestial or
zoophile patients.

	We know several clergymen who are supportive of zoophile
relationships.  While freely admiting their churches currently condemn
the practice in the harshest terms, they also point out that the
church has also admitted to being wrong at times.  Quietly, they are
working from within to gain acceptance for us.  There is also one
rural pastor we know of who is a practicing zoo.  When we asked him
about this, he was calm as he explained.

	"My parishoners and I are mostly rural.  Many are zoos or know
zoos.  When I revealed myself before them, they rallied and supported
me.  In fact, the entire congregation unanimously decided to support
me and demand I be left alone when the church was going to replace me.
God called me to help people understand each other and live in
harmony.  Love and sex are a very real part of that.  I don't consider
it weakness or perverted to share love with God's creatures.  Sex is a
very powerful part of love.  I don't believe God condemns anything
that can bring such joy to the hearts of any of His creatures.  He
wishes only happines for ALL of His people.  How then can I condemn
something which obviously brings such joy to the ones participating?"

	For myself, I was raised in a semi-religous home.  I started
losing interest when I was around 13-14.  Nobody could ever
satisfactoraly explain how someone who constantly wanted me to live in
harmony with others could at the same time condone and even encourage
the destruction of different lifestyles.  This parting of the ways
happened before I was a zoophile.  For years afterwards though, many
of the things I learned as a young person hampered my acceptance of
what I am.  By the time I met my wife, I had accepted myself and no
longer felt that I was doing something 'wrong' or 'perverted'.  Just
frustrated that I had to live two lives.  One was and is the normal
participating member of society.  It's all me, but it contains a lie
in that I appear to have a normal sex/love life.  The other is the
real me.  Unfettered by lies and openly a zoophile in private.  That I
share it with a woman of similar tastes has always been a marvel to me
and helped me stay willing to continue through some very trying times.
How can I be jealous of her 'other lovers'?  They helped to make her
what she is now.  And what she was when we 1st met.  All of them are a
very real part of her.  As my lovers have become a part of me.  We
love each other very deeply.  Still though, we recognise that we both
have needs that a human lover cannot fulfill.  Thus, no jealousy, we
experimented with taking the occasional human partner.  Afterwards
though, we both admit that something has been lacking to the
experience.  Thus, after all these years, we are monogamous as far as
humans are concerned.  With our dogs, well, it varies.  We've had
sexual relationships with most of them.  Some are more enthusiastic
than others.  Always, though, in each generation, there has been at
least one dog or bitch that becomes special for each of us.  Even when
our animal partners change, there is a continuity to the love we
share.

	As for teaching others how to have sex with their dogs, well,
it's not illegal where we live.  We don't encourage the practice.  We
regularly post 'how-to' articles, but they concentrate more on the
emotional angle rather than the sexual.  The actual performance
suggestions lean more towards the physical health dangers rather than
consumation of the act.  Above all we stress gentleness and caring for
first time and begining zoosexuals.  After time, if the partners
decide to get more 'vigorous' then that is up to them.  Not at first
though, it's a new experience for both of them and there are very real
emotional and sometimes physical scars that can result if things are
done wrong.  That we survived our learning period relatively unscared
is a bonus.  And we willingly pass our knowledge on.  

	We had a lot of misconceptions when we had sex with our dogs
during or early years.  One of the worst that I had to deal with was
the commonly accepted idea that bitches didn't have orgasms.  That
they were incapable of them in fact.  Finally, I realized that the
spasming of my partners vaginal muscles and the dancing and shaking
after some of our sessions could be nothing other than a true orgasm.
From what I learned of dogs since, it they don't like something, they
don't atempt to repeat the experience and go out of their way to avoid
it.  By the same token, if it feels good, they will actively seek out
an experience.  I've seen male dogs lick themselves to orgasm.  I've
had many of our bitches actively solicit sex from me or my wife in and
out of season.  Some bitches have turned and backed up to me as I
petted or groomed them.  One that I still remember with fondness
would, if she was laying down while I groomed her, grab my hand and
deliberately place it on her vulva as though to say, 'here is where I
want the attention.'  If I pretended not to realize what she wanted
and moved my hand, she would patiently repeat the process until I
pleased her.  Training a dog for sex can be done.  We've had to
rehabilitate some of these types of dogs over the years.

8/24/95
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End: Dog & Bitch

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