May 6, 2011

White Dog spoke sharply to her brothers, Quinn and YoYoMa. It was her "I'm in Charge" Voice and so everyone stopped to listen. "Leave Puff alone, both of you! She doesn't want to play and you are bullying her!" The boys hung their heads in shame long enough for SAWD to escape to her crate where she sat scrunched as far back as she could huddle.

Nuka went in and lay across the Office door blocking the entrance and access to SAWD's place of safety as TOWD and YAWD laid down in the hallway. Puff was acting more skittish than normal and had not eaten breakfast. She seemed to be grooming a lot. I went to calm her and reassure myself that she wasn't sick with a UTI or something heart worm related (I am STILL very jumpy every time our littlest girl acts unusual).

White Dog pushed the phone over to me and I called Steve. Our Puff is 12 years old and will not get her final OK of being free from heat worms until the end of this month. That is why Dr. Julia, our vet, has refused to spay her.

When Steve answered his cell, I cuddled SAWD in my arms and WD pressed against her side protectively. "Puff is going into season." I said. "Great," he replied, "a new experience for The White Dog Army! Thank Dog, Quinn and YoYo have been neutered."

YAWD was "fixed" right before he began his journey to us. He still has stitches and is taking healing meds.

"They cannot finish the deed, but they CAN drive her to insanity with their pestering," I pointed out. "Oh wow, I had not thought of that. Things could get interesting. Do they sell puppy Midol?" "Oh dad, sometimes you are such a guy!" White Dog woofed at him.

Advice?