Anouk is in heat. Unfortunately, I didn't realize how 'in heat' she was until about 2am last night when I was woken from a dead sleep to the sounds of a Siberian going, "rrrrr,eiiiiii,aaaaaa,errrrrrrr" in a high pitched squeal.
I flew from my bed, ran downstairs and out into the garden in hopes of at least holding Anouk calm until the whole thing was over. Of course, Typhon was trying to move away from her, but since they were 'tied,' that just wasn't possible.
Imagine if you can: sub-zero temps, a sleepy haired women in a t-shirt and boxers, holding precariously to a Malamute in one hand and a Siberian in the other, as the two dogs cry and whine, frantic to go in seperate directions.
One positive is that it didn't last too long and Typhon seems to a "just-once-and-that's-it" kinda guy. It's also a relief he's been fixed. I can't even imagine having a litter of potential new singers for Typhon's choir at this point!
It's also reminded us that we need to get the dog yard fenced behind the house as soon as possible.
Until then, looks like I'm going to be like a prom chaperon hovering near the punch bowl, just in case they get a little too close...