Okay, so Cooper & Kona are seven months old. SEVEN MONTHS. That's not even 7 years old in people years. I've always heard 7 years to every 1 of doggie years. Is that NOT the case? If it is, Coop & Kona are just a hair over FOUR YEARS OLD (human years). Anyway, so you don't typically hear of 4-year-old girls hitting puberty yet... do you? So, Kona must break the norm. She went into heat pretty much right on her seven month "birthday". (Thanks a lot to the vet's office who said they would call @ 6-months to schedule the appointment!) Anyway, so we've been dealing with Bleedy Bleeds-a-lot for almost two weeks now (don't ask about the panties) and Cooper being driven crazy by the pheremones (and, thus, actually howling when he can't be with her). And then today, it got sooooo much worse.
We knew Cooper had been following Kona around constantly (you know, trying to...). We asked the vet (and everyone else we know who has dogs) if we should separate them. Although some of our friends said it would probably be a good idea, the vet's office said "not necessary". Well, we figured the vet would know. So, we've let poor Coop be driven insane by Kona's flirting. Thing is, Cooper's short; Kona's tall. He just can't reach her. And, mostly, Kona hasn't wanted anything to do with him anyway. But today, oh today. I guess I've just wanted to believe that they wouldn't actually do it. Why I would believe that, I'm not sure. But I really wanted to believe that. And then, dang if Jon didn't freak out and run outside (just as the buzzer was going off on the stove alerting us that dinner was ready).
So, what do you do when your two seven-month-old puppies are looking up at you with pitiful "help me" eyes (which we perhaps misread as "help me" eyes), panting so much they must be dehydrated by now, one dragging the other around by the ... well, surely you get the picture. My dad said, "Well, I hope they were at least butt to butt to make you freak out like that." Dad, seriously. How was I supposed to know that dogs simply stay that way for a while and you just can't, no matter what, get him off?
The lesson in this whole thing has got to be: don't own dogs... or at least don't have two dogs... or at least don't get one male and one female dog... or at least get your dogs fixed as soon as the vet will let you... or give it a few more minutes before you call the emergency vet line... or simply just ignore anyone anywhere at any time who says "oh my gosh, they're stuck together!"
And I simply refuse to post any pics of the twosome. Even the most adorable of shots, I just can't look at the same way right now.
My apologies to those of you who are offended.
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