Ch. 11

       Ashley’s POV:

                  “Wakey- wakey, Spencie –poo.” I teased, holding the puppy next to her face. It instantly started licking her nose. Spencer grunted and batted at it before opening her eyes. “Wha…ASHLEY!” she exclaimed, grabbing the puppy in excitement. “Arf!” It yipped, partially out of fear, but mostly out of excitement as well. “I always wanted a puppy…” she said, holding it against her face and smiling. I grinned, knowing that I had made her the happiest kid- er, girl on Earth. Spencer kissed me tenderly on the lips, sucking on my tongue slightly before blushing and continuing to nuzzle the pup. “Aw, it’s a German Shepherd.” She cooed. “It still has really beautiful blue eyes…” she murmured. “Almost as captivating as yours, huh.” I said, kissing her on the cheek. “So…what do you wanna name it?” I asked, watching her rub its belly. “It’s a boy, right?” she asked. “Uh…Spencer…since when do boys have titties?” I giggled, pointing them out to her. Spencer blushed furiously. “I was just testing you to see if you knew.” “Uh huh. Well anyways, the breeder only had one this one left. She’s a winner though. Right, baby?” I cooed, tickling the puppy’s belly. It panted and looked up at me, smiling brightly. “Anyhow, I’d never go to those pet stores. The dogs there are all from puppy mills…bred in inhumane conditions and God knows what kind of defects their parents had. What won’t people do for a quick buck?” I sighed in disgust. Spencer suddenly pinned me down, hugging me tightly on the bed. The puppy climbed on top of her and drooled a little on her shirt. “Ewww…” I laughed, bringing the cute little thing down from there. “I love you babe.” I growled into her ear huskily. “I know what that growl means Ashley Davies…but I’m not about to have sex with you in front of our little baby.” She cooed, scooping the puppy up in her arms and letting it nestle against her neck. I scrunched my face up in jealousy. “What should we name her? How about Frau?” “What’s that mean?” I muttered. “It means ms, or mrs. I think in German. Missy.” She said. “Like Missy Elliot? Ew. What the hell.” I snorted. “Noooo… not like that.” She said, placing a kiss on the pup’s nose. “We could name her Frau Hitler.” I suggested sarcastically. “Ashley! No! What a terrible name!” Spencer protested, giggling once the dog started licking her neck. Dumb dog. I was supposed to be doing that to Spencer. Ugh. Now she has dog drool on her neck. Gross.