Windows to the Soul
In walked the most voluptuous afghan hound imaginable. her hair was indeed golden, and hung in long coils that obviously took time to coiffe. her walk was remarkable, with the mesmerizing way her hips swung like the pendulum of a clock.
Chapter 3
Eventually they made their way to the bridge and the door open to show a female afghan hound sitting in the captain's chair.
Mongrels: Nelsons Wedgie Torture
_I was bored so decided to write some random fan fiction. This is for the UK T.v. show Mongrels (the characters in this story are the property of the BBC)_ _Nelson is caught by Vincent and Marion in an embarrasing situation with painful...
Colliewood & Whine
The afghan hound flashed her pointed teeth in a smile - she had recently become the face of a well-known brand of tooth powder - and wagged her tail. "yes, i can.
What if it was Us? (Prelude)
"A.R.!! A.R.!!" floated the excited tenor of my friend's voice. The strange but captivating hybrid was vying for my attention during one of my most hated activities. Shopping. The word even tasted vulgar to my mind. "Coming Boo." I called back,...
Taffy's Story (A Dear Diary Work) - 23 October 2011
So my name is Taffy, for those of you who didn't get that from the title. I am a young female with a thick tail and soft fur. Those, and my eyes, are the only parts about me I wouldn't change. My name I definitely would. I mean, what was my mother...
The Intern Outcome
Asked an afghan hound in a red blazer. "then we keep looking." said a cat in a green blazer. "dentists are some of the easiest people to get recommendations from. we don't even have to put them in the commercial." said a wolf in a blue blazer.
Tales from Silicon City 8: Bake Sale
A six-hundred-pound pear-shaped afghan hound waddled in ahead of an even larger barrel-shaped doberman with a huge belly.
A Real Stand-Up Guy
The afghan hound manager wouldn't let him count his tips until everyone was gone. it looked too tacky, the afghan claimed. "here ya go," the manager finally said, after the last customers left.
The adventures of Lisa the vixen. The begining
He also had me write two short stories about human males being changed into anthropomorphic female afghan hounds. i got to run spell checker and grammar check on them.
What Was Broken [2]
"hell, she already fingered the first judge she saw; a stuffy old afghan hound. screamed him right off the bench! a friend of mine, a bailiff in the federal court house, was in that courtroom when she was brought in for a deposition."
What's the Matter with Oswald?
On lunch break, i went down to the cafeteria and found him chatting with an afghan hound twice his size. styrofoam cup with a blue label around the middle...wait, blueberry coffee? that's my favorite.