#104. or, Love is in the air

  Our dog is in heat.

  Our female black lab, Abby, is in the mood for love. Well, maybe not so much in the mood for love. I'm not entirely convinced she's all that aware of  anything out of the ordinary going on. The male dogs in the area though, are more than eager to stop over with hopes of getting jiggy with her.

  We have two labs. Our male, Tuke is a really good dog. I know everybody says that about their dogs, but he really is a good dog. So much so, in fact, that we decided that there needed to be more of him. That's why we got our female, Abby. We've never had a dog raise pups here on our farm. If  we do manage to now, some of them are already spoken for. We're just hoping for another good natured dog.

  Abby seems quite oblivious of the fact that she's now the most desirable dog on the block. Tuke on the other hand, looks like he's been to hell and back. The poor fellow is having a terrible time. He's only trying to do what nature intended him to do but every time he puts his best moves on Abby, someones there telling him to get off of her.

  I can't really blame him. He's six years old. That's in his 40's in dog years and as far as I know, the only time he's ever had sex, was one time he snuck over to the neighbours. I imagine he remembers it because  he got into a lot of trouble over that episode.......and, well........he had sex.

  Abby has been in heat twice before. Each of those times, because she was too young, we had to keep her in the kennel. Tuke would spend all of his time, just outside the fence. Inches away from what he wanted, but it might as well have been a mile. Now she's out and what he's wanted so badly is right under his nose. We've had to keep an eye on her because the neighbour's dog is interested too. More than once, Tuke and he have gone a round or two to try determine whose the boss. Also, because Abby isn't  that keen on all this new attention, she'll often spin around and take a nip at Tukes nose.

  OK, to recap, our Male dog Tuke gets placed under a spell of sexual irresistiblity. He has to battle other dogs, has to endure getting bitten on the nose by the one he's under a spell for. Most of "his people" are getting on his case for having sex on his brain. He's in his 40's in dog years and has had sex one time which got him booted in the ass. Plus, we've been losing sleep because he's up all night yowling, and barking and scraping with the neighbour's dog. He's practically a 40 year old virgin. Although, I don't think you can almost be a virgin?

  I can't help feeling a little sorry for the poor guy. I've decided that I'm going to be his wing-man.

  I took him for a walk to the pond out in the back 40 because he loves to swim. I thought he might need to clear his head a bit. Except the swim that usually goes on for 20 minutes only lasted the length of time that he could swim out, around the dock, and back to shore. Then he looked at me with those, "I need to go have sex!" dog eyes, started whining, and got the shakes, and we had to go back. It's like he's hooked on crack or something.

  He needed help. I called him over, cleaned him up a bit, wiped all the gook out of his eyes, tidied up his new scars and took the two of them out to the pond to spend a little romantic time together. Then I pretended to be busy while I was on the lookout for any other males lurking about while they had some quiet time alone together. Last night, I let them spend the night together in the kennel.

  I guess we'll know shortly how well they got along together.

I think they'll make awesome babies?

  I think he appreciated it. I've never really had the chance to be a wing-man before. I don't suspect that in my mid 40's, I'll ever get the chance again.

  ........... But, if my kids turn 40 and are still living in the basement, I might have to intervene again. Of course, by then I'll be in my 60's. My skills might be a little rusty.