[Dailydrool] Little girls in heat

[Hinchliffe at aol.com]

This talk has brought back memories of my first experience with a girl in  
heat.  I was babysitting a friend's pretty little ten-month-old puppy, who  
was in heat.  I was completely clueless about the whole thing -- surprised  
to find that she had to wear cute pink flowered panties inside to protect  
the furniture.  Anyway, it was a lovely early summer day, so I had the  
inside door open to the screened porch, to let the air in.  Suddenly I  heard a 
commotion and ran into the living room -- a huge gallumping teenage  
Marmadukey boy dog had burst THROUGH the screen, onto the porch, into  the house, 
and was chasing poor Betty around the living room.   And he was determined -- 
you don't know what it's like if you haven't seen  it -- frantic, 
superdog-strong, his eyes not even focusing just driven by  something primal.
 
Fortunately she was little, so I was able to scoop her up and wrestle her  
into the the safety of a locked bathroom, and then deal with this 
long-legged  oaf high on testosterone hurling himself at the door.  I called the 
animal  control officer, and she and I managed to wrangle the love-struck lug 
into  her truck, and she took him home.
 
It turned out he lived in another town, nearly 3 miles away.  And he  had 
to cross a highway and other major streets to get here!  I still can't  
believe that her scent beguiled him from that distance.  I got an  apologetic 
call from his owner, they had no idea he would do that, so they'd  made an 
appointment for him to be neutered next week, and they'd lock him in the  
basement until then.
 
Next day -- crash -- well, hello there, Romeo, unbelievably he was back  
again, through his favorite abused and newly-repaired screen.   This time the 
door from the porch was closed, so all I could see were what  seemed like 
dozens of desperately scrabbling paws as he tried to claw  in through the 
glass.  Back home he went, and the owner called later to say  that they'd 
immediately dropped him off at the vet "and told her not to call us  until the 
deed was done."  (He'd jumped up on top of the workbench to  reach the basement 
window -- also screened -- and make his escape to his  beloved.)
 
Poor boy.  Can't imagine what it's like to have that much of an  obsessive 
drive.  And poor little girl, it was early in her heat so she had  no 
interest (she became happily slutty about a week later).
 
Ah, the teenage years.
 
Beth H. (Duchess ATB and Blueberry ATB, who were spayed early and never had 
 any interest in romance, or much of anything that didn't involve  food)
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