Sassy grumpily sat inside one of the bare holding pens set aside for entrants into Brentwood annual summer dog show. The competition hadn't even started yet and she'd already had a full day. She'd been up since 4:30 that morning for a trip to the groomers where they'd given her an enema, a douche, a body wax, scrubbed her down in a metal wash tub, given her front and back paws a full manipedi, trimmed and styled her hair, brushed and flossed her teeth, caked makeup on her face, and finally rubbed her down with oil so that her coat would shine during the show.
She wasn't grumpy from having such an early morning. Nor was she grumpy from the rough treatment she'd received during the grooming or the rude remarks the grooming girls had made about everything from her face to her "puppy parts" throughout the process. She was used to that. Like most show dogs, her owner had forbidden her to orgasm for thirty very long days prior to the competition. The belief was that a frustrated puppy was a motivated one!
Her "puppy parts" ached and twitched as she waited for her owner to return. Just when she thought she might be able to take her hazy mind off of the horrible need pulsing from between her legs, a small breeze from the door to the holding area opening and closing might tickle her, or the slight vibrations from someone walking by her pen would set her off again.