P3LH
Well-Known Member
I once knew a patterdale stud who’d scream like a rocket on bonfire night for a few seconds, before collapsing on the back of his chosen partner of that time with a great ‘humph’. We referred to him as the ageing rockstar, all the intent but not enough fuel in the tank anymore.Honestly, if I could show you the last one I was at, where the male just zonked out and rested his head on/started drooling profusely on the bitch owner's knee ?
Careful doesn't mean forced.