Nude Woman with a Dog, by Gustave Courbet Voices in Nude Woman with a Dog Mon Dieu. Isn't Leontine exquisite? Her full soft lips, begging to be kissed. Her voluptuous derriere, sturdy yet sensuous. Brown hair, flowing, the color of pine wood. Perfectly shaped breasts, tasting like ripe fruit in the summer. I love my Leontine. I just wish she'd wash her feet. And I wish she'd look at me like her dog gazes at her. I know I am not his first and I won't be his last. But he treats me well and his friends are interesting. Parties and dancing and conversation at night. Late mornings in bed. The sex is good. Champagne at all hours. But Mon Dieu. How many hours does he need to paint me? And what's with this lakeside setting? The ground is not soft like our bed. And he paints without speaking. It all gets rather tedious and boring. Luckily, I have my loyal companion, Louis, who will love me forever. Fetch the ball, Louis. Sit, Louis. I love my mistress, but her commands get rather tedious. She treats me well, though. Once she is done moving and making noise with that deadbeat, Gustave, in bed, I get to sleep there, too. Much better than the floor. And the food is really good, too. When they eat steak, I get steak. I prefer beef bourguignon to Coc au vin. Whatever. Somebody always drops food on the floor. Gustave is not her first and he won't be her last. But my love for my mistress is forever. She strokes me, holds me, feeds me. I adore her. I just wish she'd wash her feet. Mon chien.