Oh dear. I must confess. As a complete dog novice, the first time Rufus pulled his quilt cushion out of his crate, carefully rolled it up using muzzle and paw, closely to resemble the female canine anatomy, I was appalled. However, when I then heard whimpers from the hall and found (sorry mods) that he had reached satisfaction and was staring pathetically at this long thing protruding from his body, I was horrified. My son, who knows all about horses, assured me that this was a part of Rufus's body with a distinct purpose. Any way, since he was castrated, we do not get the whole performance, but after dinner he likes to get amorous with his quilt. As he has never humped legs, or other dogs, I have not interfered. Should I? His complete incompetence is demonstrated every time his friend Bonnie is on heat she goads him into trying to perform. The first time he got on the wrong end. Now he just sniffs, has a think, and walks away.
