Very nearly a disaster

On our lovely walk , a lady suddenly appeared from one of the side tracks , she had an older Golden Retriever with her off lead , the lady was well and truly lost so we stopped whilst I pointed her in the right direction . Nelly ignored the dog , but Reuben who usually says Hello and then carries on sniffing around , was showing massive interest in the bitch, most unlike him . I asked the owner if her girl was spayed , she replied no , I then asked if the dog was on heat, again no because, she said , her girl was almost 11 . I did explain to her that bitches have seasons until they die , that they may be silent ones with no obvious signs but still a season that an entire dog would definitely scent , and flippin heck , as I was explaining this , Reubs began to frame up for a mount :facepalm: Never moved so fast in ages , lead slipped on and bless him , he calmly accepted that this was not the day that all his Christmases would come at once :whew: The owner seemed quite shocked at what I told her , I think she was very lucky indeed that our local walks are not massively used . The boy himself was so good , he did give a backwards glance as we moved away , not your time lad :mmm:
 
You describe that so well! Good boy Reubs for not going wild and yanking you off your feet. Handling Snowie at that age near a bitch on heat was like trying to hang onto an out-of-control fire hose. Now, he’s easier. We were at the market on Saturday on our way to the sourdough bread stand—Snowie’s Saturday morning treat—when someone with a small dog wanted her to say hallo to Snowie. After Snowie showed a lot of interest in licking her nether bits, the person said, “Oh, she’s on heat.” Wtf bringing her to a popular dog place!! I quickly said to Snowie, “Let’s get your treat!!” and he happily came to the bread stand. Phew! For Snowie, it seems bread trumps bonking!
 
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