Thoughts on Kylee

Kylee is ready, time wise, for her spay. Mr. Morgan unexpecedly annouced that he thinks he might want to breed her.

Pardon?

We had made the decision long prior. I had a hard enough time buying a purebred dog, and to produce more hungry purebred mouths? No. He said:

"Don't you want a little Delilah?"
"No, I had one. I also don't want to look Kylee in the face and know her flower is gone."

The breeders we got Kyles from bred mama Yabby on first heat..... eep!!!! Absolutely not, this girl is to stay a virgin. I comprimised and bought a dog, he can comprimise and understand how hard that was for me, and that he will NEVER have another Leedy. I know he dumps so much of his lingering upset into Kylee, but this is Kylee love.... not LeedyBeat. It hurts me too babe, more than you. I still glare at the puppy when she chews on Lilah's half eaten bone, I want to take it away and someday I just might.

But she truly is a good and loyal beast with a loving spirit. She worries that Simon might not be getting enough to eat and completely defers to him.

Even when she wants it for herself SO much. Must enlarge for the true "God that looks delicious" expression below, but she shows no agression whatsoever. Even with an ass beating on the line for it, it's not in her to be territorial. Good girl, there is enough to go around.

She really really gives the Russian a hard time, but it's just the puppy in her. I don't want to see my girl with teets hanging to the floor, and herding a batch of little whiners for the sake of Mr. Morgan wanting to have her offspring for himself. I think it's more prudent to hit the kennels. If that isn't ok, call and see if Mama Yabby is expecting. Kylee is not a farm for babies, even if her temperment is exemplary and she is gorgeous. It's not what I signed up for.

She is still having accidents, still scared of the dark. She hates shame and understands it crisply. She is much like a child who knows they did bad and lurks in a hallway waiting to be accepted back into the fold to apologize, then bathes you in "omg omg I reallllllllly love you" kisses. All you see is one eye peeking around a doorway, hoping for acknowledgement. It's like the world stops to her when she is in trouble. She gets disoriented and doesn't know what to do but wait for the eye contact that says she isn't hated.

I'm quite more stern, we still don't hit, but damn she's big enough that has to be dragged because she runs. Tail tween legs and ass ahead of her face like a cartoon character. Mr. Morgan just looks at her and says "are you sorry? Ok, have some cheese"

What the???? She ate expensive junk by climbing, it's not like I left in on the floor. She can do no wrong. But .. whatever, let the puppy be one.... with only a few simple rules from Mom.

-DM