Red rocket red rocket

My Chi-Poo is in heat.

I'll confess, I never knew what her breed was called until I just looked it up.

Chihuahua and a poodle. I would have called it a Choodle but it seems a chow fucked a poodle first and the chihuahua got sloppy seconds. I figure that makes sense in some twisted way.

The dog's name is Chula, I don't know what her name means but that's what was on the tag so she's stuck with it. I've also got a Miniature Dachshund named Marvin.

Neither are fixed and I was half hoping for them to hit it off and make some French, Mexican, German hybrids. I could have dogs that could cross rivers, act surly and invade Poland.

Sadly, Chula will have nothing to do with Marvin. Try as he might, his legs are a little too short and his foreplay skills consist of heavy begging mixed with incessant barking.

He just trots around in circles, his smeg covered red rocket hanging out of it's holster with absolutely no idea what he's supposed to do.

It's a pathetic display, an embarrassment to horn dogs everywhere.

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After a while, Chula gets tired of Marvin's wooing and goes inside the doghouse.

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They usually share accommodations, however early this morning, fed up, she pushed the bed up against the opening, effectively locking Marvin out of his own home.

This is when Marvin went totally ape shit, especially today because of the heavy rain.

He was locked out, cold, wet, horny and pissed.

He started to squeal and throw the canine version of a hissy fit.

I had to get out of bed and see what I could do to reconcile this mismatched pair and get them to shut the fuck up.

I moved the door blockade, and when he tried to enter, Chula bit his nose causing more yelping and squealing.

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By this time everyone in the house is awake, it's 4:00AM and I'm outside wrangling these feuding little fuckers.

Marvin has finally worn himself out and is quiet at the moment.

Little bastard is just like a human, letting his raging red rocket run his life with no regard to the consequences..