the birds, the bees, and my hormonal dog
So, yes. It is officially spring!!! Love is in the air, quite literally. Sunrise is met with melodious bird chirps and sundown is marked by meowing cats. Ahhhh. Spring.
Not to be outdone by the other species, my sexually frustrated dog has decided it’s time to try
to convince his captors, yet again, that he should get laid. This season he’s employing much more brazen tactics to convey his point. The new strategy primarily involves following me around and humping my limbs whenever I let my guard down. Recon he’s a leg dog.
I refuse to participate in his own perverted version of a bestiality porn flick but shrieks and violent efforts to get away from his 55 pound clawed embrace are not working. I bet my explanations for the bruises and scratches that now adorn my aching appendages are not convincing anyone…
Can’t say how much more of his libidinous stare I can take but I already started looking for a big stuffed animal that can satisfy his lust. http://www.dumpalink.com/media/1139477125/Horny_Dog            Â
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