WHO RAPED CHELSEA?

Chelsea is a sweetheart. She's always happy to see me when I get home. She lets Tony and I know when she's hungry or full. Chelsea grew up to be friendly...sometimes, too friendly that she allows even the waterboy to caress her hair everytime he delivers bottled water on weekends. Man, when she walks on the street, she attracts attention. She's beautiful!

Four days ago, I got suspicious. Chelsea suddenly gained weight. She just seemed different. She slept a lot and seldom played. But she suddenly became voracious. She could finish two servings and drank a lot of water. Then... I saw her tits. They were more pronounced and seemed swollen! She must be pregnant! Horrors!!! Who raped our Chelsea? Who must have sneaked into our place to touch our baby? I hope it's not that diminutive ugly mongrel my brother keeps. But, someone must have privily taken Chelsea to meet up with a mate unbeknown to us!

After some moments of guessing mixed with a li'l anger and unpleasant surprise, Tony and I finally gave up and took steps for Chelsea's sake. So now, we're getting ready for her babies ( I hope she'd have at least 4 ). We are on the clock waiting for the birthing time. I am thinking of names to give and scouting for a new camera to take pictures of the first sight of the newborns. I'm also printing cute birth certificates for the newbies.

My, my, my. I can't believe we'd be having new pups very soon. Yup, Chelsea is our beloved German Shepherd.

Until now, it's still a mystery who dated our Chelsea.

Who raped Chelsea!??!!