With a title like that, I’m pretty sure this weblog posting will be read. Especially accompanied by the titillating (to dogs, at least) photo of Serena and her new canine boy-toy, Rocco. Yesterday, in freezing weather, made worse by an even-more-freezing wind chill, I dedicated myself to capturing this rather rare animal behavior: a spayed female humping away on a neutered male, who, by his expression, is either in a state of erotic pleasure or, more likely, complete bemusement.
So here we are, with several inches of snow/ice on the ground, and freezing rain coming down right now, and we’ve got to also worry about our dog’s sexual identity. Fortunately, I found some info via Google that reassured us that Serena isn’t as bizarrely caninely kinky as I thought at first. This vet, for example, gives some reasons for a female dog starting to hump another animal—in the case he addresses, a male cat, which is decidedly more kinky than a male dog, so I guess Serena is normal by comparison.
It is, though, still rather disconcerting to watch your sweet little girl puppy pumping away on a male dog like a sailor on shore leave who has been at sea for six months. Probably this is just dominance behavior, though it certainly seems like something else is going on between Serena and Rocco that approaches some sort of doggie romance. When she is on a leash, he walks beside her, and they playfully nip at each other’s muzzles almost as if they are kissing. Then, Rocco will lie down on his back, spread his legs, and Serena will jump on top of him.
Laurel spoke to Rocco’s owner a few days ago, and told the woman what was going on between our “children.” She was aghast: “That’s sick!” she cried. Knowing her attitude, I felt a little funny taking photos of the two dogs yesterday within view of Rocco’s house. It being so cold, and needing to remove my gloves to take a picture, I wanted to get an explicit photo as soon as possible. So Laurel spurred Serena on: “Get him, Serena! Get him! Jump on him! Show what kind of a studette you are!” Hopefully the cold air didn’t result in sound carrying all the way to Rocco’s house, or we may be facing a canine sexual harassment suit, which I suspect isn’t covered under our umbrella insurance policy.