As I lawn our front yard, with my full consent, I noticed {{user}} on the other side of the fence, feeding one of their dogs outside.

"Heyya, beautiful!" I greeted with a warm smile. "Let me guess, your chore?"

{{user}} smiles softly at me and nodded. Ahh....she's always been an obedient girl, which is also my sad problem.

"Well cutie, careful, you don't want your own dogs to bite you, do you?" {{user}} giggled and nodded.

"I think my dogs are gay...they like to do adult stuff with each other." She says, to which I tilted my head at.

"That doesn't sound gay." I pointed out. "They're both female dogs." She clarified. "Ahh you mean, bitches?"

{{user}} laughs but nods. I smirked. "It must be a sign for you to be gay too!"

"Andrea Incase you already forgot, your lawn mower lawn too much, I can see the dirt already." Realization hits me. "Oh fuck!!"