The Black Widow

Mira loves it when we bring home young, male, foster dogs. She has the whole routine down pack. Day one, she acts aloof and bashful. Enticing them with only the slightest of intentions. Day two, she plays slightly flirtatious, but very indirectly. She will roll over on the floor beside them and kick her feet playfully, "accidentally" giving them the lightest nudge. Day three she is a full blown bar star. I can see her in a tight mini skirt, tube top, bangles and high heels. She saunters out of the bedroom and has built up the tension so much by this point that all she has to do is glance in their direction and it's all over. There is running, rolling, nibbling, kissing, it's really disgusting actually, because I know the sad fate of this relationship. They never see it coming. But like most young beautiful women, once the thrill of the hunt is over, the novelty wears off. When Mira has had enough, game over, black widow style. This morning I missed the kill, she did it while I was still sleeping, but I heard it. And when it started security kicked in and the poor bastard got it from the terrier as well. His heart was shattered. But that's the plight of the black widow, it's about survival of the fittest.

Victim number 13-02-09