Ocean's Breath Plateau herceg novi

when the pretty white thing moved in to sniff him, so too did slavuj lean in to sniff her back.

her scent was opulent, wonderful and wild, coastal like his. the komondor was instantly spellbound. 

when they parted and he addressed the equally beautiful russet newcomer, his head turned between she and the sunset-eyed nymph, unable to pick one beauty to focus on. it was as if the great trees of this land bore a most unique and sizeable fruit, which upon ripening birthed forth a woman rivaled in beauty only by her immediate kin!

and then, tripling the joy and the speed at which his tail wagged, a third came! the tasseled dog raised and tilted his head at first, initially cautious; what if this man had come to stake his claim upon the bodies of these young females? but no, he had only come to warn them of their proximity to packland! 

slavuj barked with happiness. in a few long-legged striders he approached the other man, in front of which he playfully bowed again.

"speaking of gud faeces, yeaours is mark'd wi' ae symbol of ceaupid." corded tail wagged, white teeth gleamed in a grin. "are yeaou yaurself ae spearit of attraction, or ae merman froem the deep?"