Or..."He and she, baby, ain't nothing but mammals, so..."
We love her very much. She can't wait to put her face on our faces as soon as we walk in the door, and she's even learning to walk on a leash (something that is completely unnecessary in our neck of the woods, but someday we could live elsewhere that has more call for leash walking). However, she's beginning to appear particularly desirable to our boy dog, Skippy, who is 6 years old and hasn't had a girlfriend in the two years that we've had him. Needless to say, his appetite for romance is fairly insatiable.
Matthew and I, the concerned parents, are about ready to lock them both out of the house and not let them in until they've sorted out their differences. Lilo is apparently still too young to realize her feminine prowess, so she just stares at Skippy like he has two heads every time he tries to get --ahem-- intimate. Lately it has begun escalating to retaliation; Lilo gets her teeth out and says, (in not as many words) "GET OFF OF ME YOU'RE GROSS AND OLD."
The blossoming relationship is amusing, though a little gross, to watch. It will only be permitted to last until we can get one or both of them to the doggie doctor for a little operation. Then, hopefully, things will settle down a little bit and we can go back to normal.
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