It was several weeks later that Doctor Lester Madox was at home alone one evening. The wife had gone to play bridge at her cronie friends home and he was setting down to watch some movie and sleep.
As the movie began he heard their pet Nixon a pure bred Irish Wolfhound plodding about the house. Lester called the dog into his study and ordered it to lay down.
The movie began and as he watched it the dog seemed very restless. At long last Lester stood up and looking down asked the dog if it needed to go out.
Nixon jumped up but instead of heading for the door he fawned his forelegs over the Doctor's shoulders. A slurp of friendly thoughts slobbered over Lester's face as he took some exception to the dog delight.
Yet Nixon had his own ideas about that moment and as he hugged Lester about the neck his hind quarters began to hump. Quickly a long pink and pointed penis rose out of the big dog's furry sheath. it wasn't until the Doc felt it poking him in the stomach that he knew what his pooch was thinking.
"No, no Nixon I'm not you mate!" said Lester.
Nixon had one thought captured in his fuzzy head, and Lester seemed so right for the taking.
Soon spruts and spots of cum and juices shot out of Nixon's cock splattering Lester's good pants. One angry man cursed the big dog and as he did some words slipped out.
"You stupid son of a bitch! Damn dog look at the mess you did on my good britches, damn fucking dog! I'd never do that to my master, even if I wished to be like you!" shouted Lester.
A flash of bright light and many things looked different.