Yesterday, it rained heavily. Today, I arrived at work to find that the place was like a quagmire: floodwaters and sucking mud everywhere. I spent about an hour helping the owners bail water out of the exercise areas and put down boards and thick, wide black rubber mats so that dogs wouldn't sink up to their necks in muck. (Quicksand had formed in the area around one of the taps and water barrels, a favourite pissing spot for males. It sucked at my gumboots and certainly would have swallowed the legs of pooches.) Even then, most of them needed to be rinsed down before they went back into their kennels and I ended up covered from head to toe in foul-smelling brown ooze by the more excitable/needy among them. (I took photos to show how muddy my clothes are, but they didn't come out well. The contrast against dark clothing isn't good).

Anyway, I got to play with a chihuahua or miniature pinscher pup that wasn't much bigger than a large rat, dwarfed by its Swiss Shepard pup pals. There was also a fuzzy little Rottweiler that was besotted with me and cried when I put it away. Nearly broke my heart, it did. Summer is definitely puppy season and I am all for it.

I'm definitely going to breed dogs at some point in my life, maybe when I've earned enough crypto to retire early and live off it. Until then, I've got to find a full-time job (hopefully writing), keep my head down and mission like crazy. As much as I'd like to have a career working with animals full-time, it's just not going to happen; I won't be able to earn a living wage that way.

A gorgeous young woman (who can't have been older than twenty-one, if that) brought in her two Labs, who misbehaved. Something about her just screamed "bunny" and woke my inner wolf, which had been hibernating quite happily up until this point. While I am of course professional while I'm on the job (not that I would make a pass at someone way too young for me, anyway), I wanted to eat her alive. I haven't longed for a significant other with whom to be intimate in a while. I guess my primal wolf side is back; it certainly seems very hungry. Having some money and a place of my own to unleash it would certainly help matters somewhat. Forget this lone wolf stuff; it's time to again make my way in the world so I again have a place to bring a wolfette with whom I can hunt bunnies. As much as I'm not a chaser (it's mostly not my style/approach), I miss that, which I had for a while. I also want a puppy to keep us company; today I was more reluctant to leave the little fluff balls than usual.

I generally don't interact much with other people if I can help it (including customers) because I'm still not in a place in my life where it's practical for me to have a partner (and so I'm not actively looking for one). However, my libido doesn't care and is active again (probably because Summer is in full swing, finally, or because last night I got into a discussion about the merits of Anna Paquin in leather/Spandex vs how other people drain my life force like X-Men's *Rogue*). Something about this particular woman, from the little/limited interaction I had with her and her dogs, very strongly tempted me to paw at her and get my teeth into that sweet young flesh. Perhaps it was the wide-eyed innocence of youth or that she wasn't assertive enough for her boys to heed her commands; I don't know.

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