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<DIV>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.</DIV>
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<DIV>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.</DIV>
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<DIV>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.</DIV>
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<DIV>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.)</DIV>
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<DIV>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).</DIV>
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<DIV>Ah, the teenage years.</DIV>
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<DIV>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)</DIV></FONT></BODY></HTML>