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Kiwi the Siberian Husky in Heat
- John Cribbins
I don’t know if you ever experienced living with a dog when
she is “in heat.” I will spare you the physical details, but is not pleasant.
Kiwi, our Siberian husky, was in heat.
I walked out of the house one morning, on my way to drive to college,
and to my astonishment, there had to be at least 15, or even 20, dogs stalking
our house. These dogs must have
come from a 5-mile radius. It was
absolutely amazing that even though Kiwi was an “in-door” dog, that her smell
could attract animals from such a distance. Needless to say, this was a nuisance and we were so afraid
that Kiwi would get out, or those dogs would get in. Some big male dogs are even known to jump through plate
glass windows to get at a female dog in heat. The worst part is that the family that lives with the
dog can pick up the scent on their clothes and the male dogs start to follow
you around like you are the female dog, especially if the dog has poor vision.
It was around the 3rd day of our putting up with these
male dogs, and I was walking to my car and I thought wow,that is the BIGGEST
St. Bernard that I have ever seen!
Wow, what an enormous dog.
It only took an instant, and all of the sudden this huge animal stood up
facing me with one huge paw on one shoulder and his other huge paw on my other
shoulder. His paws were the size
of grapefruits. He looked at me
“eye to eye.” If the dog was not
taller than me on his hind legs, he was at least close to my height and I can
say he definitely weighed a lot more than me as he almost knocked me over.
And then I realized…there was no
doubt in my mind; that dog had lust in his eyes. I can’t describe the look the dog had in his eyes other than
to say that, “once you see it, you know it” regardless of the species. I never saw anything like it. I looked down and was aghast at this
enormous pink item pointing and throbbing right towards me. My whole life flashed through my mind
like a near death experience. It
was at that point that I started screaming at the top of my lungs. Mother came to the door and
screamed to me, “Push him away, push him away!” I felt for sure that I was moments away from being “deflowered” right in front of my Mother, on Maltby Street,
in broad daylight.
With an adrenalin rush of super strength, or perhaps the
distraction of Mother screaming, I grabbed both of his paws with my hands and
pushed him away. I ran ran
ran…with Mother yelling, “Run, John! Run, John! Run!” I slammed the house door and locked it tight. I peeked out
the window from beneath the curtain, and there I was again, eye to eye and
panicked. This pooch meant
business.
For the next week (or so), the routine was for me to stand
at the front door window, and Mother would stand at the living room window as a
“look-out”, Mother would yell “coast is clear, run John run…run John run”…and I
would run out to the car.
Both Kiwi and I were both able to keep our virginity for the
next 14 days.
