"Hello, Mitch."
Mitch, Dale, and Alan stood slacked-jawed. Before them sat the most beautiful woman - or, more appropriately - bitch they ever saw. Her sleek body was covered in dark brown fur, with a 'mane' of black fur flowing from her head. Her dark eyes held them captive, and her muzzle was positioned in a mysterious smile. She was of no particular beed they could name, but that mattered little. The scent she produced was nearly overwhelming to their canine noses - a mix of tropical flowers and exotic spice.
"Can I help you?" a mischievious twinkle lit her eyes.
"Um -we -um." started Dale.
"You mentioned some questions."
"Who are you?" Alan managed to ask.
"Why, Alan, I think you should know that."
Before he could answer, there was a knock at the door. Into the room walked a bitch.
"Hello Stacy. Can I be of some help?"
Stacy looked at the trio in the office "No, I see you're busy." she was about to back out when Alan stopped her.
"Stacy?" he asked.
Stacy looked at him "Yes, I'll be ready for tonight's dance Alan. We ARE still on aren't we?"
"Um - ah yeah."
"Well" Dr. C stood up, and somehow the three found themselves being pushed out of the office. "I'll see you at the dance, then." she smiled one last time and closed the door to her office. Stacy looked at the three, scowling. "Okay what was THAT all about?"
The trio look to each other. Should they tell Stacy the truth or fabricate a lie?