Time to put the brainstorming hat on.
I just had a parenting moment.
Back when EL was around, we often talked of getting a second Yorkie for Henry to have as a companion. Given Eclair’s age headstart and his breed longevity over a normal lifespan, we didn’t want her to leave him without another dog when/if she passed first. He, like all my animals, is fixed, but he sometimes will “mount” Eclair out of instinct and get the RV a’rockin’. He’s so small and she’s so big that he basically just climbs up to a comfortable spot on her back and just dry humps whatever patch of fur is comvenient. His legs often don’t even touch the ground. It’s quite humorous… especially when he really gets into it and throws his head back like a wolf baying the moon. I’m serious. However, I don’t think he fully understands what or why he is behaving in this fashion. I can’t say it’s ever happened before, but I know it’s never happened when I was home… tonight, he sported the red rocket. It scared the shit out of him. He was walking around on tippy toes all contorted. He would stop every couple of steps and look at it and then look at me with that, “Dad, what the hell is that thing on me??!” look. I have to admit, he is hung like a champ. I mean… damn boy… part Yorkie, part horse. He could do doggie porn. He could be in the circus. You get the idea. Anyhoo, he was seriously terrified of his cock. The look of sheer horror in his eyes was so unsettling that I had to grab the squeekie and take him outside to try and get his mind on something else. Meanwhile, now I’m wondering how to handle the next occurance. Perhaps little Lily needs to come home sooner rather than later. Henry can start a little stable and learn “the power of the pack”. Heh. That or Cesar Millan needs to help me with some four-legged psychology.
ps. I think that guy is fucking brilliant, so don’t assume I was cheesing him. I have nothing but props for Cesar. What he contributes to our world is wonderful.
When Woody was 18mos old, I found a yellow lab at the pound that was the same age. They were both fixed and a perfect match, even though they were both boys. When Whiskey was killed (by a cop) Woody was devastated. He wouldn’t go outside by himself and barely ate. The vet told me that he was grieving.
A couple of weeks later a neighbor found a very abused chocolate lab. Woody immediately bonded with her and they are two peas in a pod. Love em like crazy! Get him a companion… even if its another boy. They may hump eachother, but whatever!
The images of a yorkie ‘rockin like an RV’ ROFLMAO Clayton ... I need a new visual!
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