A few months back we adopted two female dogs. They weren’t spayed. We got too busy to schedule some time with the vet. Also, we needed to save some money too. Who knew it would be so expensive to cut open a dog, remove organs, and then stitch ‘er up? It’s a lot cheaper to shoot the damn bitch and have a neighborhood cookout.
This wouldn’t have been a big deal if we had a male dog since I already own the proper tool to do the job.
It’s not so easy with a female dog. But, I digress.
Anyways, we were assholes and didn’t get it done on time. I thought, what’s the big deal right? The worst thing that can happen is our bitch making weird noises and male dogs prowling my yard looking for some action (which could be a blessing in disguise. Target practice, anyone?) Honestly, the worst thing I expected was to wake up in the middle of the night to find the dogs in inappropriate positions with my leather-lined slippers (a.k.a. dog dildos).
Boy, was I wrong.
I was too stupid to make the connection that “heat” meant “period”. As in, leaking blood all over the fucking place. Apparently, they make doggie-diapers for this sort of situation. However, what they don’t tell you is that the minute you put it on, the dog chews it off. So, not only you have blood all over the place, but also clumps of blood soaked diaper pieces. Fuck that.
The other thing you don’t expect is how obsessed the dog gets with her twat. Imagine if a college kid was given all the porn he wanted and told he could jerk off whenever he wanted (read: imagine a college kid). Now imagine that he could easily suck his own dick. You get the idea. Whenever the damn dog is awake, hungry, tired, excited, bored, sleepy, happy, sad, scared, etc she is working her cunt. I mean WORKING IT. I’ve never seen such vigorous licking. It ain’t quiet either. She grunts so hard while doing it that it would make the skankiest pornstar blush. On top of all that, the other one, who thank GOD isn’t also in heat, is just as preoccupied with the twat in question. It’s 24/7 canine muff diving in my house. I can’t stand it. I want to shoot the damn things.
And the mood swings! God damn it, nobody told me about that. Dogs are unpredictable as they are. Add to that the menstrual psychosis, and you have a monster. Allow me to show you what I mean. Here’s a cute Chihuahua (for the record, I believe that’s an oxymoron. Chihuahuas are NOT cute. They are goddamn rats that bark. But, maybe you’re a lonely loser that likes them).

Here’s that Chihuahua in heat:

That’s not the worst part. The worst part is the smell! GOD DAMN IT the smell. Here’s how you can get an idea of what owning a female dog in heat smells like. Grab yourself an airtight blanket and then locate a woman on her period (just follow the screams, you’ll know which one she is). Stalk her until she needs to use the bathroom. She’ll be replacing her pad or tampon every time she hits the bathroom. As soon as she gets out, sneak into the stall she used, put your head in the trash can, cover it tight with the blanket, and take a deep deep breath. Add wet dog smell and you get the idea.
My advice to you is this: if you ever get a female dog, make sure you get it spayed before you bring it home, so she becomes the vegetable she’s supposed to be. Better yet, just get a plant.
-Walter
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