Dogs ran free in our small town. Our Skippy was a raconteur who made the best of it, visiting every female in town when she was in heat.
Uncle Harry, our next door neighbor, adopted a cute little cocker spaniel, named Trixie. Naturally, Skippy made her acquaintance. Shortly after she arrived, Trixie came into heat and was confined to the house. Skippy spent much of his time sitting on Harry's doorstep waiting expectantly.
About two weeks later, Harry took Trixie to be spayed. When she arrived home, Skippy came over, took two good sniffs, bit her, turned and walked home.
Uncle Harry, our next door neighbor, adopted a cute little cocker spaniel, named Trixie. Naturally, Skippy made her acquaintance. Shortly after she arrived, Trixie came into heat and was confined to the house. Skippy spent much of his time sitting on Harry's doorstep waiting expectantly.
About two weeks later, Harry took Trixie to be spayed. When she arrived home, Skippy came over, took two good sniffs, bit her, turned and walked home.
