The decision to have Bear's balls removed was not one that I made lightly ... poor bugger, how cruel can we be to our animals? I have ignored all advice from friends and our vet, wanting to keep him as beautiful and nuts as he is ... also thought for a while that someone might like him enough to want to have puppies with him.
Anyway, living with a very horny husky has been quite difficult, and he has to be the horniest dog I have ever seen in my life. We had to stop taking him out in public as if he saw another dog, male or female, he would do his best to grab it and hump it, not worrying whether he had the right end or not, or if it was even male or female. He seemed to think that any other animal out there is for his pleasure only, which has caused rather a lot of embarrassment over time and in a crowd ...
He has never really been a leg-humper thank heavens; although there are specific people that if very horny, he would try and grab, only to be smacked rather hard for his efforts poor sod. So then Kita came along, and being female, there was the concern that puppies would be on the way. So a month back we couldn't decide if she had come into heat or not as there had been no visible sign, and I also couldn't decide if she was just overweight or pregnant ... off we went to the vet and not even Saskia could decide if she was pregnant or fat. We are assuming she is just fat and I have been told to cut her food in half ... clearly Saskia doesn't know Kita very well LOL or just how much of a ginormous pig she is.
So, Maya returned to Swakop on Thursday. Maya is Destroyer Number Two and the one that taught Bear to dig holes all over the garden - apparently she no longer does this whilst Bear still delights in digging holes to China. So we reunited them, and it was a rather joyous occasion for both of them once he had stopped trying to hump her and she had stopped biting him back.
That evening, however, Bear went a bit loopy. Whether it was hormones playing up or just the fact that he desperately wants another husky to play with and Kita isn't good enough (being fat and lazy I am leaning towards her not being good enough for him) I honestly am not sure, but he went off his rocker. He spent hours in the front garden howling at the moon - and no, it wasn't whining like a normal dog, it was honest to God nose in the air, howling like a wolf. I wonder how many of our neighbors thought that there was perhaps a wolf loose somewhere. No amount of calling and coercing would shut him up either.
He would dash inside to answer me, and then two minutes later charge back outside, howling on his way down the passage and out the window. For a while he actually sat next to my bed howling; this is rather loud and hysterical to be honest. The more he howls, the more I laugh, and the more I laughed the more he howled. He has always howled and talked if someone laughs.
So with this insane dashing in and out the house and howling, jumping on the bed then off, and looking at me as if I had murdered his best friend, I decided to do the deed and have him neutered. People in this town like huskies as they are pretty, and get them as they love the colors and blue eyes and fluffy tails, but have no idea what it takes to look after them and what high maintenance they are. So most of the huskies in town, unless behind very high walls, roam the streets, are given away, are murdered and poisoned. My biggest concern is that someone is going to get fed up of his howling and poison him - being Bear he will eat anything that he thinks is human food as well.
There is also an old lady that lives two doors down that stops every evening to pet him and to interrogate me as to how I look after him. She doesn't seem to believe me when I tell her that he sleeps inside and on the bed if he chooses, he has biscuits and milk twice a day, chicken livers cooled in BBQ sauce with rice for dinner, walks for miles every day, a whole bag of bones every second day - well the list just could really go on. These two are the most spoiled dogs I know. I also have never worked more than half day so that I can spend time with him and walk him and care for him - this is the only thing that keeps him from wandering I am sure. Bear, being a total traitor, sits at the fence and cries like a baby every time she walks by, so am totally convinced that she is going to report me to SPCA one of these days for not looking after my animals. Little does she know.
So I am hoping that neutering him will calm him down, and he will earn to control his freaky and insane moods as he won't have what is clearly a ton of testosterone whizzing through his body. I think he is all testosterone and nothing else actually. So this coming week I will make arrangements for him to go to the vet and have the deed done - poor bugger, he doesn't know what is waiting for him just around the corner!
