NO! This is nothing to do with the 1977 soft porn film.
I’m talking about dogs!
Not that Olive here is a dog, but you get my gist.
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.
One 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.
When 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’.It 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!