Motherhood is a constant craving, and it has to be performed on a nightly basis, if only a quick flick so to fall asleep. Mothers are versatile, amalgams of butch and femme characteristics and desires. They are skillful with their hands and minds, working each other’s patience like a control panel. Snazzy little devices are often employed and is an added entertainment bonus. The informed mother is well versed in stimulation and stays up on the latest studies to achieve that end.
Pets are compelling characters, if in a social setting, tends to make an impact, when a child is in a corner pouting. These little men are notoriously drawn to these mammals, whom they seek to chat or cheer up; the proverbial passive entertainer, it likes to bark, falsely assuming the kid’s perhaps slow on the uptake, and acting as something of a pushover. Bailey, our Coon-mutt soon learns she’s gauged him incorrectly. Yet he’s pleased to find he amuses her. The boy gets under the dog’s skin, as immature as he may consider her. But there’s something light and breezy about this interaction, a potential antidote to the long Xbox sessions he’s often found himself in, ones from which he’s forever recovering, emotionally. He senses that she’s a game pooch who can engage in affection without strings attached. The ironic thing is that, once this dog and boy sleeps together, it’s typically she, not him, who’ll be zonked.
Meanwhile, he’s proud to leash Bailey around, and he figures he’s the boss.