If you’ve never had a bitch in heat and a male dog, I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s not for the faintest of ears, or the intolerant (me) for that matter. Polly came in “season” (that’s the term we use) two Thursdays ago. Sinatra has been pretty good until tonight.
The pacing has started. I think that’s what does him in ultimately. Can you imagine how many calories that burns? In a day? Try a week? And then coupled with the fact that he won’t eat now. When I tell people this, they are amazed. How can a dog go that long without eating? I’m not sure, but I think his hormones surge him along. He has never been bred naturally, so he’s in a bad way when Polly’s in heat. Think about the movie “American Pie”. Teenage boys, hormones, hot chicks….you get the picture.
And then there’s the barking. At all times of the day. Poor Polly doesn’t sleep, poor me doesn’t sleep, the poor neighbors are extremely polite and say they never hear anything….I just don’t know about that last part. And it’s not just “woof, woof”. It’s a very demanding bark that is repeated over and over in monotone. I just wish he would change it up every now and then, maybe sing me a lullaby or something, man, I just can’t tolerate it anymore!
But the good news is that he is a very good predictor as to when Polly is ready to be bred. And we’re pretty sure we are going to be calling for that semen to be shipped for a Tuesday breeding. Which means NO Saturday breedings this time around!!!! YAY!!!
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