There was one scene from the party on Saturday night that's stuck with me for its confused hilarity. I'm sure the alcohol didn't make a bit of difference in the humor. And so, on this, the anniversary of Nande's 17th week of life, I give you a little dog oriented fun.
Why are we so scandalized by a boy dog mounting up on a female dog and then so utterly entertained by a female dog putting the mount on the boy?
I don't really know but it came to pass Saturday evening or maybe it's better put as early Sunday morning, that Modoc got mounted upon by his neighbor, Cinder, a more slender Shepherd, to the drunken and stupid cheers of six or eight or maybe two people in the light of the glow from the dryer fire. The funniest part was that both dogs thought it was the best thing ever that all these people were clapping and cheering them on. And Modoc, sweet Modoc, was loving the attention even though he was the one being mounted upon. It was among the funniest moments of the whole evening.
We had our own dog pack the other night. And Nande was the little sister trying to tag along with the big kids all night long. At one point there were five dogs racing through the back yard, yards once the hole in the fence had been properly opened.
So yeah, eventually, after hours of the four dogs, since the Boxer was a short term stay punctuated primarily by gobs of bubbly white spittle he left everywhere, eventually the dogs started to poop out. Instead of wild rambunctious (a fabulous word if there ever was one) chasing, they were sort of padding around in a pack. Usually it was Modoc out front with a toy in his mouth and the other three dogs trying to get the toy from him. The other four dogs were great together. Nande, Modoc, Brady and now Cinder. Cinder's a girl too, and much closer to Modoc and Brady's ages than little Nande who's becoming not so little quite quickly as she is well within her first growth spurt. Last week she was 32.5 pounds, and this week I'd be surprised if she isn't over 35.
She's still sweet, cute and wonderful. But now she's also able to leap up on the bed in the mornings, she's tall enough to get things off the counter in the kitchen and her barks are becoming deeper and alot more powerful. And I'm not sure how common this is but I suspect that almost all dogs got this at one point or another, because she leads with her chin, its become a spot with a few scabs and cuts. When I get home in the evening, I've gotta be careful to redirect her, occasionally, bloody chin, as she likes to rub it against my legs and blood on pants is a bummer. I hope she grows out of this eventually if only for the reason that it probably hurts her some and the smeared blood on things is disconcerting.
Is this normal? Have any of you other dog owners had to deal with bloody chin-itis?
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