I don't usually write blogs about lust. Absolutely not - usually I write about gardens and gardening, food, drink, travel, history and books .
Today though, I'm going to make an exception.
It's been an exhausting week in the cottage, with the heavy, relentless air of unresolved sexual tension.
Here are our dogs Boo on the right and her son, Eric on the left.
Here is Eric with Winnie, our son's dog who's been staying here a while.
Poor Eric, unable to perform, unlike a dog who lived in the same village as my aunt and uncle in the Cotswolds many years ago..
Nipper, if I remember his name rightly, was an alpha male, who was known throughout the village by everyone. Dog wise, all the females adored him, and it is said he had impregnated most. Their owners hated him, and apparently he was so randy if there wasn't a female dog in heat in any given week, he would go further afield to satisfy his lust.
Nipper did it in style, he used to stand at the bus stop, and then get on the bus to Cheltenham, get off in the centre of town and find a dog on heat to while away an hour with, and catch the bus back home, pleased as punch.
That was a long time ago though, and back in our cottage, the gang have all been quite restrained today, so hopefully life will gradually be a little less fraught.......
Today though, I'm going to make an exception.
It's been an exhausting week in the cottage, with the heavy, relentless air of unresolved sexual tension.
Here are our dogs Boo on the right and her son, Eric on the left.
Here is Eric with Winnie, our son's dog who's been staying here a while.
All three of them get on very well. I call them "Our gang "
But the gang have been driving each other, and me, mad over the last week or so. Boo and Winnie are in season, and they have been letting us all know about it. Winnie ran off on a walk last week, looking for a one night stand, but fortunately she was in open countryside and there were no other dogs around.
The constant rain this week has also meant they've been indoors more than usual, and with the only available dog around being Eric, the girls have been parading around like femmes fatales trying to raise his interest.
Eric has been flattered and has been following them around with longing. Both of them.
Boo and Winnie have been positioning themselves right in front of him and Eric has been trying to oblige. He had a certain operation as a puppy though, so has not been able to satisfy their lustful desires, or his.
So, you can imagine the atmosphere here and with the constant panting of tall of the dogs, I've felt like throwing a bucket of water over the lot of them.The only time they've quietened down is when they've been fast asleep.
Poor Eric, unable to perform, unlike a dog who lived in the same village as my aunt and uncle in the Cotswolds many years ago..
Nipper, if I remember his name rightly, was an alpha male, who was known throughout the village by everyone. Dog wise, all the females adored him, and it is said he had impregnated most. Their owners hated him, and apparently he was so randy if there wasn't a female dog in heat in any given week, he would go further afield to satisfy his lust.
Nipper did it in style, he used to stand at the bus stop, and then get on the bus to Cheltenham, get off in the centre of town and find a dog on heat to while away an hour with, and catch the bus back home, pleased as punch.
That was a long time ago though, and back in our cottage, the gang have all been quite restrained today, so hopefully life will gradually be a little less fraught.......
