Feeling like the Cat Lady

Except we've got three dogs.

We always have Jed, of course, our one and only foray into dog ownership.

Since Dixie lives in the same house as us, we tend to share in her care and upkeep.

And now, Buddy. Buddy is visiting while his family attends a funeral in Ontario.

It seems that male dogs, when visiting, are particularly interested in whatever smell (spayed) Dixie emotes. They spend a lot of time with tails erect, wishing they still had the particular equipment needed to get it on.

I told Buddy we were having none of that, not in *our* house.

Besides, they are cousins.

Gross and grosser.

Jed seems to feel he needs to protect me from visiting males. While I myself feel that I am immune to Buddy's advances, Jed is not so sure. He sits, trembling ever so slightly, prepared to defend my honour at a moment's notice. Dixie also sits close by, preferably under a table, hoping that I will come to her defence.

Everybody is giving off excited dog smell.  I am feeling a little smothered.

I'm sure that once everyone figures out their place in the pack, we'll all be able to relax. And hopefully stop with the hormones.

As long as they know that I'm top dog, we'll all be fine.

In the meantime, I'm thankful it's not cats.