Don't get me wrong, I like girl dogs, especially my little sis, Glynn. Although she doesn't play Tug-of-War, she will give a good game of chase (which is my second favorite game). We share our dinner bowls every day. Her favorite place to sleep is curled up next to me. Anywhere I go, my little shadow follows.
But girl dogs sometimes give mixed signals that we fellows don't understand. Mom and Dad have a hard time figuring out Glynn, too. Is she spayed, or not? The rescue group didn't know. I don't even think Glynn knows for sure. Don't ask me, I plead ignorance. Cap's also confused, but with his age I'm not surprised.
Last week, College Kid took Glynn on a long car ride to the big teaching university in Stillwater. The vets there looked Glynn over from tip to teakettle, poking and feeling all around. Glynn has always been a shy girl, and this was not something she enjoyed very much. She said the scariest part was when they rolled her over and squirted cold goo on her tum-tum so they could see her insides with an ultrasound. She was so tense and nervous that the doctor leaned over and told her, "It's going to be alright, sweetheart, really!" Maybe he likes his tum-tum rubbed, but Glynn doesn't.
After all the tests, the doctors said that Glynn has been spayed, but a remnant of ovarian tissue was left behind and is still producing hormones. I don't know what any of that means, but at least she won't be having surgery or puppies. Glynn says that's just dandy with her.
When Glynn got home that night, she was stressed and tired from the long day. She's definitely a homebody and doesn't like leaving the house or yard. I worried about her for a little while, but she settled down soon and went right to sleep.
The next morning, Glynn was bouncing around and nipping me like she always does. She ate a big breakfast, then we romped around the yard. Things are back to normal.
Well, normal for Glynn, anyway. And that's fine by me, too.