The Return of Sunday Evening Dog Blogging
Sunday, January 22nd, 2006
Here’s the Isadevil. She’s huge now — 43 pounds at last weigh-in.

This is Sanlee (yes, after the comic book dude). He was only visiting. Beagle, rottweiler, and probably a few other things thrown in.

Stanlee again. That’s a sliver of the new digs in the background.

Check this one with the pic below to see how fast the little Isabrat has grown.

More here.
The big news is that Isabel has become a woman. Or, rather, a bitch. A couple of months ago, she as outside playing when Courtney got my attention.
“What…”
She was stammering.
“Yes?”
“What’s wrong with….what’s the matter with Isabel’s…litte… puppy vagina?”
Now I’m laughing hysterically.
“Did you just say ‘puppy vagina?’”
Blushing. “Well….I didn’t know what to call it.”
So we took her to the vet. Which is where I had another embarassing conversation. The vet, a woman, said that, yes, our little Isabel was in heat. She told me to keep her far, far away from any uncut male dogs. A horny male dog could smell her from about away, she said. No fence, wall, or door will stop them.
At this point, I was wondering what exactly we were supposed to expect in terms of, um, volume. So I rather clumsily asked the vet, “So how does all this work?”
At which point the vet shot me a smug look. “Ask your girlfriend,” she said. “She’ll explain it all to you.”
Everybody’s a smartass.
Long story short, about six weeks later, Isabel’s no longer in heat. But we have to wait about a month more before we can get her fixed. And she killed two comforters. She also has abnormally well-defined teats. They could put an eye out. I’m hoping those will go away. Makes it hard to pet her without feeling dirty. Or as if you’re reading braille.
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