Hotdogs and Hot Dogs..

My one year old Rocky boy has become a man. And he is one hoooot dog. That's right, the cute little mongrel puppy with the saddest eyes, all trembling and abandoned i rescued from being squished underneath my car in Jan has grown up. A strappling lad with all the virility promised by that black, shiny muzzle and hoarse barks.

Don't know whether its the hilly weather or change of scene, but i got up one morning to a racket going on in the small porch. The fact is these my two dogs had been at their best behaviour before i moved up here. While the older female canine has always kept this little fella at arms...er... paw's length, churning hormones brought about some super power and he was able to overcome all feminine resistance.

It was a sight to behold... hilarious in fact!

My mother freaked out at the blatant 'free porno show' , hehe, that's what she described it and orang asli kids crowding up as enthusiastic audience to learn some new 'facts of life.'

Though my heart swelled to see my boy overcoming his fears and inhibitions (he was really traumatised when i took him in and had trust issues for sometime) all this while but a part of me was sad to 'lose' my baby.

And the little idiot was at it non stop around the clock. By the fifth day, Shamanic, the female, had had enough. She climbed up my rattan chair in the porch and refused to get down and mom was ready to send Rocky into the jungle. But Rocky was always one determined little fella even as a puppy he once waited 3 nights outside a mouse hole just to catch that one that eluded the rest of us for months. And on the third day, yes, he got it- i will never forget the look of achievement on his face when he dropped the dead mouse in front of me.

So he was not going to take mere no's from Shamanic and brought the neigbourhood down with his demanding barks when she felt asleep and he kept nipping at the female's ears, so that she'd relent and get down. It was almost like,


"Please, please, please, honey....i want you, i need you, i can't stand it... don't do this to me...."

And Shamanic flash an exasperated look at me, eye him with narrowed eyes and go,

"Drop dead, dude..!"

How can you control a horny dog, eh- especially a determined, hot dog who just discovered there was more to life that what he thought it was? When even we so called more advanced creatures sometimes have problems in that area?? Hehe!

But thank God, on the 7th day, it was up. Peace at last. But Shamanic stayed up on her rattan chair, a now permanent suspicious look on her face each time she eyes him coming near.

Hehe!