heat

It's that time. Again.

At least now I'm starting to recognize the signs of when Puppy is in heat.

On our walks, she tucks her tail, actually demonstrating some modesty for a change.

Of course, if there's a strapping chap across the way in the park, she'll start "burying" her business. Even if she hasn't done any business.

She sets out to attack little puppies who obviously are not competition or suitors.

And she's even more of an attention whore at home. She'll crawl up onto the couch and roll herself onto her back, displaying her glory for all to see. "Love me," her eyes say. "Come hither," she beckons with her chin. I think she's forgotten that it's all about me.