High Class
> A lone fluffy happily munches on the grass of a large mansion estate
> The iron fence was easy to slip through
> Bushes only slowed the fluffy down
> For the last hour it has been happily rolling in the well manicured grass
> Eating, relaxing, and napping
> "Fwuffy wuv guu' gwassies!"
> Its fluff is grey with a black mane and grey eyes his belly fluff and feet are white
> At least, he would be grey were it not for the various stains, plants, and bugs in its matted fluff
> "Jesus, what is that thing?"
> The fluffy turn to see two people
> The first man is in a red flowing bathrobe, purple silk pajamas, and slippers
> An older gentleman behind him wears a butlers uniform
> "It appears to be a talking Pomeranian"
> The robed gentleman gives his butler a wry look who remains silent
> The fluffy waddles through the grass towards the two
> "Ugh, it's filthy"
> "Fwuffy nuu fiwffy fwuffy name Monty!"
> The butler chuckles
> "Monty, like your uncle sir"
> "Gross as Monty as well, could you get rid of him?"
> The butler using a napkin picks up the pony by its tail
> "Nuu huwt fwuffy! Taiw huwt! Pwease wet down!"
> Silently the butler carries the little stallion towards the fence
> "Monty is it? If I were you, I wouldn't return here.  You don't have any class at all."
> The pony stops whining for a second and looks puzzled
> "Wha cwass? Is nummie?"
> With a light chuckle the butler shakes his head
> "No my filthy little friend, it means you are... hmm..."
> He ponders for a second
> Trying to think of the words a fluffy would understand
> "It means smelling and looking very pretty"
> "You on the other hand smell bad and look dirty"
> The fluffy still hanging by his tail begins to cry
> "Fwuffy... fwuffy sowwy... Nuu baff ow guu nummies... fwuffy nuu haff daddeh..."
> The old butler remains silent now stopped near the fence
> "*sniff* Fwuffy wan daddeh... wan guu nummies... nuu wan wive awone... pwease... nuu awone..."
> The fluffy hanging by his tail hugs himself and shivers
> Tears streaming down his face
> Most butlers would have chucked the fluffy without a word
> This butler however has a little more leeway with his actions
> And has an employer who appreciates a good plan
> "Fluffy, can you behave?"
> The fluffy looks up at the old man holding his tail still crying
> "F-fwuffy twy..."
> The butler returns still holding the fluffy by its tail
> "Dulcett, I thought I told you to get rid of that fluffy"
> "Sir, I have a better idea.  It involves your beloved uncle"
> The robed man smiles, "What did you have in mind?"
> Monty remains teary as the two men talk
> A month has passed since then
> One of the guest rooms has been converted into a saferoom
> Toys, a bed, litter box, food and water bowl, and plush padding on the floor and up to waist height on the walls
> There is even a small jungle gym with a slide, steps, and tunnels
> Fluffy paradise
> "No, no, no, no you have to bow with right foot forward left foot under"
> "Eh? Monty sowwy! Pwease twy again?"
> Using a fly swatter Dulcett smacks the fluffies bottom stinging the sensitive bottom and genitals
> "Ow..o...hmmmmm!"
> Monty chokes back a squeal of "owies" and winces
> His sphincter puckers and contracts straining to keep in the feces
> "Fa-fankoo' siw... Fwuffy twy weawn fwom mistake..."
> This training has been going on for two weeks now
> Monty faced more baths in the first three days than he had in his entire life
> Removing poop, fleas, tangles, fluffing, cleaning again just to be sure
> By the end of the week Monty was practically glowing
> "Ooooo fwuffy wuv cwean fwuff! Fwuffy few suu pwetty!"
> "Monty cwassy nuw?"
> Then the flyswatter and Monty met
> Thwack!
> "Owies! Why huwt Monty?"
> Thwack!
> "Owies! Why huwty?! Fwuffy sowwy!"
> Thwack!
> Now pooping, peeing, and crying on his clean fluff Monty gets his first lesson
> "You will speak only when spoken to"
> That lesson takes two days
> By the end Monty's bottom is red and swollen
> Then the lessons continue