"I didn't know Kasha had a boyfriend," teased Sandy.  "And hey, look at the muscles on that guy!"

Paulina grimly picked up the hose.

"Paulina, Kasha doesn't have time for a shower now.  Don't you realize, her hair will be a mess!"

Paulina tumed and faced her assistant.  "For your information, young lady, Kasha is a championship-caliber animal who could be rendered worthless before your eyes.   Interbreeding is grounds for automatic disqualification from AKC competition."

"Oh, come on, Paulina.  Who's going to fink on her?  Me?  Your neighbors?  I bet nobody but you would even know who to tell."

Sandy put her hands on her hips and pressed the point.

"Besides, she's only looking at him across a fence.  Poor Kasha, her mommy doesn't let her have any fun..."

"Fun?"  asked Paulina incredulously.  "With that?"

The boxer had put his front paws against the fence, and was making strange whining-growling noises.  His muzzle was squashed between the bars of the fence, and small globules of saliva, having overflowed his jowls, dangled viscously in the air.

Sandy shrugged goofily.  Paulina squeezed down on the nozzle.

A blast of water hit the boxer squarely in the eyes.  With a yelp of pain, he retreated from the fence.

Paulina loosened her grip, stopping the water flow.  She raised the nozzle to her lips and blew across it, like a gunfighter from the Old West.  She smiled at her assistant.

Sandy looked at her in tenuous disapproval.  "Paulina," she began...

Before she could register any more of a protest, the telephone rang.  Paulina picked it up.  Sandy made a vaguely waving gesture and turned to let the housekeeper show her out.