March 16, 2013

Talkin' about my girl...

White Dog stopped us in mid-planning. It was a Saturday between the end of the old quarter and the beginning of the new, so Steve would be home all day. "We are going to go for a ride AT BEST," White Dog prophesied. "Your Amber Eyed Girl is in heat; she needs to be on lockdown immediately considering the way she is swishing it around!"

At that Puff came racing into the living room from outside followed by YoYoMa who definitely had a less than honorable intent (even though he has been fixed). Still Another White Dog has not, by Dr. Julia's advice, been spayed due to the pulmonary damage done by her bout with heartworm and her age (15 years old this year). So twice a year, the WDA forms a protective shield around our saucy "cougar" as she becomes first Lolita and then a Black Widow in personality.

The girls, White Dog and Nuka, get a bit testy with Puff's prancing and boldness. The boys, Quinn and Oso, are gentlemen through and through. they lean a bit closer and stand touching but never overstep the bounds of propriety. YoYoMa, becomes a frat boy possessed and even though there is no pregnancy risk he soon tires everyone with his obnoxious "Hi Sexy! I'm sexy, too, let's get it on!" attitude.

There is no locking Puff up; she was too traumatized as a breeder dog in a puppy mill. She does not willingly stay home while the rest of the WDA has adventures. Neighborhood walks are out of the question unless Steve takes her alone at an "off" time when they are not likely to encounter other dogs on walks.

We know she cannot help herself and if given her druthers (based on her "maternal instincts" as she rips the hearts out of stuffies) would prefer the simpler life of being a senior human woman, past child-bearing and able to enjoy life all year round without cycles of hormonal insanity. We also know the next few weeks will be a bit of a challenge for Puff, for the White Dog Army as a whole, and for an overprotective Steve, who tells Yo, "Stop that! She is MY girl!"