So it’s a Bank Holiday Weekend and Helen and CJ are back in the house with rather big news. CJ is officially in season. In layman’s terms, she is on her first period which means blood (potentially) everywhere. On top of that, as she is quite a furry dog, the blood is matting certain parts of her undercarriage which means that, despite CJ’s emotions being all over the place, we also have to trim, cut and groom her.
So… as you can imagine, today has been quite hectic. Firstly, dust sheets have been spread all over the living room carpets to stop blood spots appearing everywhere and the morning was spent cutting 50% of her fur off. This was not only for ‘matting’ reasons, but because it’s getting warmer, we didn’t want her to cook.
In order to control her and make it as easy as possible, we put CJ on top of the table so that she would a) not run away and b) stand as still as possible.
I’m not sure if dogs get hormonal when “Aunt Gertrude is in town”, but CJ has also been noticeably more irritable with growling occurring more frequently than usual – especially when I try and shoo her onto the dust sheets.
I know my carpet has taken a battering over the last nine months, but if there’s anyway I can try and stop menstrual blood adding to the general mud and hair that is already present on it, I’ll take it.
As you can see from the photos, the amount of hair removed (done so with scissors and a hair trimmer while CJ was fed fish) was substantial. In fact it filled half a black bin liner. She is now noticeably ‘thinner’ and is currently led in front of me licking herself. I think that’s one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen.