What on earth…?

Drawing her dressing gown tightly about her waist, she went to the back door and peered outside, but couldn't see a thing unusual there. The small public park looked typically quiet for this time of morning, where it sat somnolently behind their house. There was absolutely no one about.

And then came that scratching again, like a cat at the screen door. It really gave her a start of an almost sensual nature, like someone drawing chalk the wrong way up the blackboard of her spine. She opened the door and looked down through the screening.

Well, this was a handsome animal! A big, shaggy German shepherd without any apparent collar or identification was looking up at her with big mournful eyes. His coat was so rough that there was the distinct impression that he had recently been in a fight. His hair was very shaggy and dirty and seemed to go in every direction. His mouth opened slightly and Georgia glimpsed a fullish red tongue.

"Well, and where have you come from, lamb? My, don't you look hungry. Wait right there and Mama will bring you something." The young wife let the door swing shut behind her and returned to the refrigerator to rummage around for some leftover meat or something. There was a lamb bone there from Sunday dinner with plenty of meat still on it, and also some freshly ground beef. She decided that old lamb was a wiser investment, and also poured for the hungry-looking animal a bowl of milk.

Returning to the back door, Georgia found the German shepherd sitting well back from it and down the steps. Well, he certainly seemed well behaved and well trained, she thought as she opened both doors and went down the steps.

A breeze came up and wafted slightly about her tall, elegantly torsoed body, causing her housecoat to open a little. Her full-fleshed breasts juggled upward and seemed to spill out from the open material, and strangely, the dog's big brown eyes fastened on their gleaming whiteness, and he totally ignored the food.