Yes, lo and behold, my darling 8-month-old Rat Terrier is having her first menstrual period.
I suppose I need to have "the talk" with her, and reassure her she can still run and fetch a bone and go swimming while menstruating, and I could possibly instruct her on how to use a heating pad to relieve cramps...
But right now I am frantically trying to figure out how to get to Des Moines to buy doggy diapers, or pooch pants, or bitches britches-- or whatever the hell one calls the things dogs use during that time of the month -- or year, or whatever -- before I leave for Minneapolis this weekend...
We just can't buy those delicate pieces of canine lingerie here in Podunk.
Oh, I suppose I could use baby diapers, as some of my in-the-know dog-loving friends have advised. Just cut a little hole for Mimi's tail here, use a little surgical tape to strap it around Mimi there...
Yeah, right.
Like I say, she's a RAT TERRIER! A high-intensity, jump-a-second RAT TERRIER.
Does anyone reeeaallyy think the little darling will sit still long enough for me to strap a diaper or pants of any kind on her?
Hah!
And just how long does anyone think said diaper will last? Mimi will have that thing chewed to smithereenies in seconds flat...
Oh, well...this, too shall pass...
Brings back such fond memories of my first period....my mother calling all over the neighborhood... Mrs. B., Mrs. Morgan, probably Mrs. Maier, too...and and in an excited, albeit hushed, voice, announcing,"Ann's a woman!"
Thank God she didn't have a blog.
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