Hertfordshire
When Boo
met Bo
The diva-esque, voluptuous hound was set to celebrate her birthday, having been invited by new friends for the weekend in Hertfordshire. The age they were celebrating? She'd never tell, she's a lady who lunches (and it is rude to ask)! Preening in the windows of her hosts' riverside home, the sunlight forming a shimmering halo of light all about her, she feels good, ready to meet her dinner companions, and more importantly, the furry favoured son of the estate. Posing provocatively on the welcome mat, she is ready to charm her way through appetisers, entrees and dessert. Deep breathes girl!
The door opens and the cool as lemonade beagle is struck - standing before her, a well muscled, sleek specimen with the biggest brightest eyes she'd ever seen, the type she had read about, the type that one drowns in. After a nervous few moments, she introduced herself, ending with a nervous canine chuckle. She was a modern girl, so took hold of the situation and gives him her full name, Princess Beansidhe (Boo to her friends) Graves. Realising he is half her age, she is momentarily unsure of what to do, not something that happens often to her. In an electric minute, Bo made his move, shimmying himself away from her without a word, across the room to the dinner table, stopping just a few seconds along the way to show this pretty lady what he was all about. He was young, but not one for games, and given Boo's initial grasp of the situation, he is unsure of how to proceed. He is the one that usually guides the conversation, slowly playing out his amatory plans, which only occur after dining. One must have standards. Dependent on what kind of prey he is hunting, the games goes in all directions, but he has never had an intimate dinner with a 'cougar' before. Was she hunting him? He had no idea how unsteady Boo was feeling, she was all front and glitz. Plus, she was American to his English - he had never met another one of the canini race from that far away country - the States of Unity he thinks he remembers they are called. His adopted mother (who was obviously human) was born there but, he had to admit, in relation to everyone else he had met, Americans were a bit...different. This was now a challenge he is committed to take. As the dinner bell rings, he glances across the room at Boo, charming the room - the game is on.
Boo settles in her place for dinner, with Bo directly across, they are serving steak, she is excited - red meat always riles her up. She made small talk, he ate slowly, staring at her the entire time. She was so unnerved she dropped her fork right into the butter sauce, and berated herself for her clumsiness. Bo smiled, so perhaps she wasn't as hoighty-toighty as he had originally thought. He suddenly burst out laughing and Boo was crushed, so embarrassed, she excused herself and ran quickly outside. How could she have been so blunderous; she was mortified. Bo could tell she was upset and excused himself from the table, sauntering over to her. He was the perfect gentleman, making her feel better - he remarked at how pretty she was - and gave her a big beagle smile. She didn't know what to do, crossing and uncrossing her paws trying to find the most appealing position. He to stared directly at her. In the dimming evening light, his eyes took on a deep golden cast, flickers of green and amber. Yes reader, she was lost in those eyes, literature never lies. He offered her a piece of steak he had brought over from the table, handing it her with a smile. Love was born. We wait for the next chapter.
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