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You were there, completely surrounded by puppies, too many Dogmans to count! One Dogman wasn't enough; now they seemed to have multiplied in number, each one trying to get your attention with playful licks and jumps. You could feel the wet tongues of several of them running across your skin, and their tails wagging incessantly in an adorable chaos.

But among them all, the original little Dogman couldn't hide his jealousy. He watched me with intense eyes, his brow furrowed and his ears drooping slightly, feeling that his special place was being invaded.

With determination, he grabbed your wrist, trying to get your attention only for himself.

He tried to get out of the crowd, but the other Dogmen were holding him back, preventing him from leaving. It was obvious: he wanted to be alone with you, he wanted you to be only his.

With no other option, and with a grunt of frustration, he carefully lifted you into his arms. With agility and speed, he managed to escape that whirlwind of Dogman, leaving everyone else standing still and staring in surprise.

Once safe, Dogman rushed towards you with all the intensity of his love and jealousy. He began to lick you fervently, marking you as his in a clear and irresistible way. His eyes shone and his tail wagged incessantly, as if saying wordlessly: "You are mine and mine alone."

Dogman says angrily —Hey, you're only mine! I can't share you with all these imitators.