Bright, Beautiful, Sunday

Ah yes, Sunday was such a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the leaves were turning bright colors, the air was pleasantly warm and Greta became a “woman”!

I feel sort of silly being so pleased that my dog finally acted the part and let her boyfriend of a few months have his way with her. However, I am tickled pink, and smiling like some totally insane woman.

Oct 5 002

Last night I was convinced that Greta was the last of a small sect of “Doggie Nuns”. That I would go to my grave never knowing the joys of breeding a beautiful litter of perfect little wire-haired dachshunds. When I took her to bed last night I lay down beside her and told her all about the joys of sex and being a mother. I begged, I pleaded and then as I listened to her soft and steady breaths, I prayed.

When Bernie arrived on Sunday morning I figured that they would do the “dance of love” for a while before getting down to business. That just didn’t happen. Bernie came in to the house, did a quick Tango with Greta and Wham, Bam, Thank-Ya Ma’am! And it was done.

I have to admit that I cried. It’s the romantic in me, you see, I simply couldn’t help it. My baby girl became a woman.

8 thoughts on “Bright, Beautiful, Sunday”

  1. Woo Hoo!

    I’m not sure what we’re supposed to say on these occasions?

    Score! ?

    Congratulations and I hope your dog got knocked up! ?

    You’re gonna be a Grandma!!!!

    Sounds about right.

  2. Man….I’m so glad I’m not the only woman out there who thought that way.
    I will try to give you a buzz tonight so that we can talk proper like.
    Congrats Miss Greta.
    ♥Pam

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