Dogs

Okay, I can't believe this will be my first blog after my birthday hiatus.
Dogs are so disgusting!
First of all, I admit that I am a bad doggie parent and we haven't had Lola, the Great Pyrenees, spayed.
Similarly, my parents have not had their dog, Mongo, neutered.
My dog, Lola, must be in heat because lately Mongo has entered our yard at every opportunity (he sneaks through this tiny rabbit hole under the fence in the upper corner of the yard). He comes over and he and Lola hump each other's heads until the cows come home, or until MrDartt discovers them and runs outside, grabs Mongo by the collar and throws him out the gate, thereby getting a huge gash and bruise on his back when he scrapes it on the latch.
That is not the gross part.
If you think dogs are gross, just click off this page now.
Otherwise, here's the gross part:
Our other dog, Louie, is neutered. A while back, around Thanksgiving, he tore the ACL in his left back leg (it's a part of his knee). The vet said it would cost $1500 to fix, but the surgery doesn't usually work anyway and the dog goes lame in the injured leg. So we let it heal itself, and it's just about healed, but he still limps on it. Sure enough, now he's torn the ACL in his right back leg. So he's walking on three legs again, but the left back leg is still very weak.
Do you know that he can still find a way to hump Lola?
Is that amazing? Is that totally disgusting?
Here he is, whining when he runs inside, scuttling around the slippery wood floor because his leg is too weak to get a good grip, sitting down at every opportunity he gets, and he's still humping Lola.
Gross.