Big Pimpin'

On Saturday we went to our friends' house (Matt and Tammy) for a cookout/visit. We brought along our eldest dog, Sprocket, because they have a female Maltese/Shih-Tzu mix that they would like to breed, and she is in heat. I was very much looking forward to having a tiny Sprocket offspring added to our household but I'm afraid it might not come to pass. They are almost totally ignoring each other. There was some initial "hey how you doing?" sniffing, but he is showing little interest in, uh...doing The Deed. This is despite Matt putting on some Al Green and lighting scented candles.

It's odd; I thought of a lot of potential problems and things to worry about, but lack of interest wasn't one of them. I was afraid he might bite one of the kids, not because he's particularly aggressive but if they caught him by surprise - he's old and grumpy. I worried he might make a mess in their house - he's housebroken but sometimes he thinks he is going on the puppy pad when really he's only on a part of it. So far, nothing has happened. A big nothing.

But still, it was fun hanging out with them, and Matt smokes some mean ribs! Dinner was great.

In other news, we are losing our next-door neighbor, the lady who raises Chinese Cresteds. I was very sorry to hear this yesterday, both because she doesn't want to move and because who knows who will take her place? Long-term friends will remember that I haven't had the best of luck with my neighbors, from the Shouting Redneck Family to the Pigbys. I liked Theresa (the Chinese Crested lady), who never did anything loud, messy or annoying. She got laid off a while back and hasn't been able to find anything else, so she is moving to south Georgia. I will be sad to see her go.

As I was typing, I got a text from Tammy. It seems Sprocket still hasn't gotten busy with Belle and may be a little homesick. Sigh. I was really hoping for a Sprock-pup but I guess I waited too long (he's thirteen as of March).