Posted by Exile on January 21, 2009
Well, it had to happen sooner or later. One of the two dogs just came in heat. It wasn’t hard to work out which one either. The smaller of the two terrible twins hasn’t really been herself for the past week. First she’s daddy-sick, then she’s mummy-sick and then suddenly she’s growling and grumpy and needs to be patted and petted for what seems like ages at a time. I wake up now to a doggy whimper as she walks around over my duvet on my chest and stomach and licks my face as I am trying to get the last hour out of the night. She wants to be outside, then inside, go for a walk and then stops at the gate refusing to go further. She hides stuff, like food and my socks. The only thing that hasn’t suffered is her appetite. She eats like there is no tomorrow.
I console myself that this will only last a week or so more, but then there is number two. Being sisters and from the same litter, they have to be in some sort of synchronisation. So who wants to bet, that as soon as this one gets done with it, the other one starts? In the meantime, I will carry on being the object of her affection and try to put up with the whining and the whimpering. After all, who could resist that grumpy little face?