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Tagged a bunch of Kristen’s, Karen’s, Kate’s, Katherine’s and a Katrina.

Never knew but ONE Kirsten my whole damn life…

Several years back, driving home from work, windows rolled down, first really nice day after a long dismal run of winter weather. Pulled up behind an old well worn pickup truck at a stoplight.

Truck was driven by an elderly man with elderly woman on passenger side, 'salt-of-the-earth', wave and smile at everyone, type country folks. Four large mixed breed looking dogs in truck's bed, running from side to side , front to back, ears flopping, tongue's hanging out, excited happy to be out and getting to go for a ride.

Light turns green, off we go. Dogs even more excited to be moving, old fella driving hit top speed at 35 miles an hour in a 55 speed zone on a major 2 lane N/S U.S. highway, waving at every oncoming vehicle in other lane as more and more vehicles following have to slow down behind his. All of sudden one dog apparently became so excited and over joyed by being out it mounted one of the other dogs and commenced to humping it like there was no tomorrow.

So there we were, a line of backed up traffic following the old couple at 35 mph with a truck bed full of big dogs waving at everyone all the while dogs putting on live porn show in truck bed, the humping and waving kept up until the old couple turned off five or so miles further.

Our neighbors had a poodle named Trixie. After a short time they decided to breed her and got a purebred male, Pierre. Well, pretty soon they decide Trixie is in heat and left her unsupervised. Lo and behold she delivers a litter and they all look like out small breed mutt, Peewee. They couldn't figure it out. we laughed our asses off and helped her adopt out the pups. My grandfather took one. We all figured Pierre was gay. We knew Peewee was a breeder as he knocked up another neighbors dog.
Side note, our neighbor, Mrs. Egan was smoking hot. She taught in my school but I never had her class. We used to wait and watch her get home from school and swing her legs out of her car in school teacher skirts.

Neighbor woman who lived next farm just down the road a little ways from my uncle Bob's place had a registered female Doberman. Dog usually had free run of her place but was coming in 1st heat and woman wasn't ready to let her have pups yet and especially not mixed breed so she asked old uncle Bob how she could keep it from happening as she didn't want to keep her dog locked up in the house all day while she was at work. Uncle Bob told her to just tie her dog up in her barn. She did just that but her dog still got bred by just about every male dog within smelling distance. Told uncle Bob that tieing her dog up in the barn didn't work. Uncle Bob said the only way it wouldn't have worked is if the male dogs found some way to get to inside the barn. Neighbor woman got a puzzled look on her face and said, --- 'You mean I was supposed to close the barn doors???'