A few days back I crankily (and incorrectly: I am still self-flagellating) posted about uncommunicative almost-guests, wending their way to us on a schedule I did not know. Well, now they’re really coming – through a few inches of snow in the mountains of Vermont – and they’re bringing their dog with them.
Their incredibly submissive, 18-month old female, recently rescued from abandonment dog. That never leaves their sides. Coming into my home, Margo the dog, a Lab mix, may well receive an intense welcome.
Sephira, our little lady, is approaching her heat and within days, will propel Shem our male into erotic, er, erratic behavior. Details aside, it is very clear to us that Sephira is mere days away from her seasonal siren call, and with the presence of an unknown dog, I have no clue what to expect. I did try to convince them that bringing their pet wasn’t a good idea, and was in fact, a terrible one, but it’s a fait accompli and we’re now on orange alert.
Woohoo!
I had hoped for a restive visit, but with the worry for the little dog’s health (ours are territorial dogs) and with mating instincts in the mix, this should be interesting, highlighted by short leashes and crate stays. Yes, I am being negative, because I think this will be fairly disastrous. If not, I really look forward to eating my words.
