My Dog Was In Season And I Was In Distress
It was that time of year: Molly was in heat and we had covered all seats and ourselves with old throws. She spent her time licking her bottom and ignoring my reproachful and repelling looks.
I had never been around a dog in season before. I can’t say I was in favour of it. I don’t think she was either: she was confused and didn’t know what to do with herself when her tongue was at rest.
The Hub took charge, having grown up around breeding dogs and cats. He is a great believer in female domestic animals having a litter before sterilisation, particularly when, like Molly, they have had a phantom pregnancy. He found a mate for her in Bolton.
Hub and Spud took Molly, primped and perfumed to look her best for the great ugly brute about to violate her. The Brute was another Yorkshire Terrier called Toby. Our own Toby is de-testicled and has never paid her any attention at all. I guess, if you can’t find love at home you will play away….
I couldn’t go with them. I felt like a mother pimping out a beloved child and I couldn’t bear to watch her deflowering. The Hub, of course, took a camera – for a picture of the babydaddy, I hasten to add. He intended to document the process, from innocent little girl to being loaned out as a baby factory to motherhood to having her beautiful babies snatched from her bosom…my dog, the pawn star.
Reprieved
My little girl is still virgo intacta - being only eighteen months old, like any adolescent male Toby was enthusiastic but clueless. He kept looking to the Hub for help but, even when the Hub lifted him on top of Molly, he couldn’t make the bat hit the ball, if you get my meaning.
Toby finally gave up but she came back exhausted anyway, because they spent an hour running and playing in the garden instead.
She was invited back next season, when it was hoped he’d have done some studying into the matter.
This post first appeared as two posts in January 2011.
Still no puppies. Toby never got the hang of it.
You obviously can’t teach a young dog new tricks. But we old’uns know a few old tricks!
Poor dogs, no privacy at all …. neither – she looks stunning, your little lady – and maybe Toby is a late bloomer. Can you imagine having sex on demand – I don’t think it will work with Hubby neither. *smile – you should have turned the back to them. Better luck next year.
I Loved the way you so delicately approached this subject. I was going to be standing in line for a cutie
Well told story! Glad you reposted it.
How awkward for adolescent Toby, I’m sure that Molly handled herself with grace, poor dear. Poor Tilly, good thing for the Hub taking care of the breeding challenges.
You’ll have to find another dog instud? or do I mean instead?
Look online- there must be others looking to breed? Yorkies have very small litters. Initially we were going to lend out Truman but he was too tiny for other Yorkies.
Sounds like a former husband I know, or those Pandas here in DC.
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I would recommend that you stay home next time as well. To guard the Malteser stash …
I thought Nature would take care of it, but I doubt he will be any the wiser next year. Maybe he hasn’t any hormones. Did she flirt with him? If not, maybe she also lacks hormones.
Some dogs are just just socially a little naive! I’m sure in tie there will be puppies! Probably when you least want to go that route!
Maybe Toby is just NOT into her…
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