Chapter One
Scent of a Bitch
She knew who you were before you opened your mouth. The nose does not lie, and neither does she.
Two bitches met on a sidewalk. Neither asked the other's name.
Neither cared where the other went to obedience school. Neither asked what the other did for a living.
They exchanged the information that mattered. Then they moved on.
Busy bitches.
Dogs have been networking this way for thousands of years.
The rest of us are still experimenting.
The Bitch Smells It First
The bitch was halfway across the park when she changed direction.
No hesitation. No discussion.
The rest of the chapter is in the book.
Read the rest of her secrets.Sixteen breeds. Same bitch.
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