I am speaking, of course, about my dogs.

In case you didn’t know, I have two Maltese: a boy, named Leo, and a girl, named Buffy.  I never really had a dog growing up, and my other experiences with puppies were short-lived.  I don’t have any children; I have Buffy and Leo.  They are the shining stars that light up my life.  And yes, I’m very corny about them; I realize this!  My cubicle is filled with photos of my “kids”, and I can rarely withhold a cute story about one of them in social conversation.  I never thought I would be one of those crazy dog people, and now here I am. A step away from dying my hair white to look like my babies.

Leo is a little over two years old and is obsessed with cats.  He’s mine: that is to say, he loves me more than any other Human, and where I am, he’s not too far behind.  When I first started working at my new job, he would lay down by the front door, depressed, and wait for me to come home.  He’s adjusted somewhat, but he loves me dearly.  And I him.  Leo is easy to love, because he learned to use the pee pad straightaway, and he was quick to learn phrases like “go home”, “go potty”, “run, Leo!”, “come see Mommy”, “sit”, and a slew of others.  He is a good dog.

Buffy, on the other hand, is a bit more of a handful.  She is her Daddy’s dog.  She is to The Boyfriend what Leo is to me–except she’s not so keen on minding.  She also hates all other animals–especially cats–the only exception being Leo.  If anything else comes within range, she sounds an alarm better than ADT.  She’s cuter than crap, and she knows it.  She’s sassy and has an affinity for jumping on high surfaces–much like the cats she so despises.

I am blessed to have two great dogs, and I haven’t been able to contain my hopes that they would one day fall in love and make adorable, well-mannered puppies together.

That day is today.

Technically, I guess it was yesterday.  Details, details.  Last week, Buffy went into her first heat.  We knew we would have to keep them apart until the next time, for safety reasons.  Leo didn’t seem very interested last week, but that was last week.  This week, however, he is starting to see Buffy in a new light.  But he’s not the only one…Buffy has started teasing Leo, as well.

And it is driving us absolutely CRAZY.

Leo won’t sit in my lap. He doesn’t care about food. He doesn’t care about anything, but Buffy.  And he lets us know how much he cares, by singing love songs.  Loud, howling, wheezing, whiny love songs.  He sounds like Ben Gibbard on crack.

You know how, when you fall in love, you can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t do anything but think about that person with a sickness in your stomach?  Well, thanks to Leo’s infatuation, we get to be privvy to those feelings.  Seriously, who can sleep with the constant pawing and howling? Nonetheless, we had been doing a good job at keeping them apart.

That is, until I turned my back for a SECOND yesterday. The next thing I knew, Leo and Buffy had consummated their marriage, and they were stuck together, backs against each other like Siamese twins.

Ew, ew, ew.

So, does this mean there are Christmas puppies in my future? I don’t know, since this is my first time dealing with this.

Seriously, though, aren’t I too young to be a grandparent?

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