Near the opening of an alley sat a large brown dog. It was one of those Doder... no, Bobber... Booberman... Dobermans! That was it! “Roofie!” I... barked back with a giggle. He tilted his head sideways, favoring me with a curious glance. He lifted his left front paw and whimpered, displaying sad puppy-dog eyes.“Awwww... are you hurt, boy?” Heather inquired. My heart too was melting in pity for the poor pup, and I felt bad for having barked at him. In response, the doggy turned and slowly. I also picked up the bandolier of cartridges I kept in case of need. This was a case of need. Bandolier slung across my chest, I hefted the large weapon and strode to the edge of the campsite. Earlier I had made a fork tipped monopod for shooting, like the English had used in the Revolutionary War. This was my first chance to use it. I wanted to steady my aim. I needed one shot, one kill on this monster.I cocked the weapon and pulled the set trigger as I slowly breathed out. Taking another. “I’m fine,” I answer.“I don’t believe you. You should go to hospital.”I waves off her suggestion. “That’s not going to happen, and you’re not going to be able to convince me so you might as well not try.”She says, “OK, I won’t but you should probably not be alone right now.” I joke, “Just admit that you want to take me home, why don’t you?”That’s when Eileen says, “I want to take you home.” She starts walking to her car and gestures me to follow. I think she makes a bit of sense since I did. The magazine was full of pictorials of young men with fit athletic bodies and rather large cocks in various stages of arousal.I knew Anne was coming home shortly. I waited until I heard the door open. I quickly grabbed the magazine and pretended to be deeply absorbed reading it. Anne came into the living room. She was about to say hello, but stopped."What are you doing?" I was just reading one of your magazines, Playgirl: Campus Hunks." So you think because I'm old I can't enjoy looking at.