Come Play with Me

NO! This is nothing to do with the 1977 soft porn film.
I’m talking about dogs!
singleNot that Olive here is a dog, but you get my gist.
playful dog
Maggie is in the last week of her season, and we were rather stupid today insomuch as going to visit our friend (without thinking) who has a rather large and fluffy golden retriever.
A rather large, fluffy, gorgeous MALE golden retriever.

golden retrieverOne of the drawbacks we found when we sold our house in 2007 was that Maggie forgot how to play and socialize with other dogs as she had done as a pup. This was because we were seldom in the same place for more than a couple of days.
We had a few problems when we eventually did settle as she was not exactly tolerant of other canines, so we were glad we found the woods at the Plantation. It was popular with hundreds of other dog owners and gradually she began to remember and not be the grouchy bitch so much.
car park entranceWhen in season, she is normally a bit anti social, and doesn’t like to be approached by other dogs, except on two occasions when she has been receptive and tarty.
Today she made it three.
Not only did she keep boxing the retriever round the ears and nipping his neck, but she waved her backside at him at every opportunity, lifting her tail and giving him the ‘come on’.floozy dogIt was embarrassing.
The poor dog didn’t know what to do (well he did, and tried………a lot!) as the pair of them were forever being shouted at.
We had to keep them apart for a bit, but then food is a great distraction, especially when it’s real chicken, and after a walk in the afternoon, both dogs settled down and had their usual doggy naps.

Luckily, our friend’s mutt has had ‘The Op’ so there won’t be any pups, which is just as well as he almost got as far as mounting her before Hubby bellowed at her to ‘Stop that and get indoors this instant!’

Now I know how Dads feel about their daughters sometimes!

dadd

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to Come Play with Me

  1. Whew! What an outing. The courting life of our canine companions.
    And I love the banner at the bottom. Dads against daughters dating. That’s precisely how my father used to greet the fellas who would come to the door to pick me up: with parts of his shot gun in his hand and an oil cloth over his shoulder. “Just cleaning this hear gun, son. Now go out and have some fun.” Sent the message loud and clear. Ha!

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