Bitchina Monologues

Well, something weird is going on down there.  I'm not even going to tell you the bloody details, but I've never felt quite like this before and I'm not so sure I like it.  The Humans are all sweet and mushy about  'their little girl growing up' but Dad is all protective saying there had better not be any big (or little) studs sniffing around.  Just a reminder that the only stud anywhere in this vicinity is that numbnuts-I-don't-have-any, Bob Barker, the Basset and the only sniffing he would do is in a bowl-full of food.  I sure don't feel normal...not  hungry, tired and pretty darned disgusted with whatever this is.  I overheard discussion about me breeding next year and puppies which I think would be a lot of fun having little puppies around but I'm not sure where I come into the picture.   I sure hope I get to go to the Oklahoma City dog show but I might have to wait until the fall to see my cousins and other Shiloh friends.  I'm pretty tired so I'm heading upstairs for a nap.