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.
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.