
So, you think you wanna have a relationship?
Funny you should mention this...
I am an expert in the field of canine relationships and it would be a cold day in Havana before I would let this opportunity to pontificate on the finer points of love slip through my fingers. That would be like ignoring a big old steak that "accidentally" plopped offa the gas grill when nobody was lookin'. Not that I had anything to do with the steak in the grass incident. That was just a metaphor. Or a simile or onomatopoeia. Or something grammatic.
(love guru)
I have one small limitation in this enterprise: I am a boy poodle (the opinion of the doubting Rottie on third street notwithstanding) so I can only really advize you guyz, and lucky for you I felt the whim to offer a few words of wisdom on the subject that you could put to good use or file it away for next valentine's day.
Now, ladies, you follow along, too. You may get some insight into why you only date dogs.
So, if you're going to have a relationship your number one priority is chosing the perfect mate. Well, no. You're number one priority is finding the ideal place to have that first poop in the morning but the mate part is right behind that in importance.
How are you gonna find the perfect bitch? (besides my momma on a PMS day?) Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. Stop asking questions and listen up.
First of all, look for an odor, um, I mean a FRAGRANCE that you like above all others. Personally, the aroma of three day old dead squirrel wafting from a lady poodle's pores is my very fav. But you may like other scents. You may be wondering how you're going to find a scent you really like. With your nose, Einstien! Whaddaya think? You gotta use your nose. And you gotta put it where the sun don't shine, if you get my drift. Ok, not all the way up but real close and take a big whiff. Sometimes you gotta sniff a lot of assholes to find Miss Right. And usually her name isn't Miss Right. That would be too easy. Her name will be something like Momo, Chai, The Princess of Stockvania, Lassie. Whatever.

If helps if you know what you want in a bitch. Does she need a Pedigree, does she eat wheat gluten, is she a fence runner, does she smoke? This last could be problematic because smoking isn't something a dog can pull off with grace. It's real tricky and it usually results in burnt whiskers. These are the things you can determine by sniffing around.
After you find that perfect scent, follow it. Follow it to the ends of the earth. Or to the house where your love interest lives. My suggestion is that you don't just go barging in like a bull in a china closet. After that last broom incident I gleaned that humans are really fussy about who's sniffing around their bitches. But if you're real lucky and you've got papers that you haven't peed on to the point where nothing is legible, you may be invited all the way into the house.
Then what?
Look around and see if you can find me some snausages.
Oh, wait. This is about romance, not my tummy. Ok, then. Once you get into the house immediately check for signs of pups. You do NOT want to get stuck with a litter of brats that aren't yours. You'll be out all day workin' like a dog for kibble to feed a batch of bastards you didn't even have the pleasure of procreating. I'm not sure what that means but I'd rather have the kibble for myself.
If you do find pups, unless you can get good homes for them all within a few days, stay on the other side of the fence and howl until the nest is empty.
There is one warning you need to hear. You may be all about the chase, the capture and the victory but some people want you to really stick it to them. I mean- STICK. IT. IN. This is not done for leisure. This is to make puppies when all you're looking for is better living through chemistry. Do not do this with a bitch who wants to be a mother before you have "the talk". The "talk" usually goes something like this: "YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?" Because, face it guys, we may put our noses where they don't belong, but we don't really know what we may be getting into.
Apparently, we are looking for love in all the wrong places.
And by "wrong places" I mean anyplace where we are expected to produce. To date, I have only "produced" with my stuffed toys and the limbs of family and friends. None of them have ever given me grief because I didn't make some sappy phone calls or send flowers the next day or pay child support. This is not what romance is about. I think David Bowie, a diamond among dogs, spoke for us all when he said "Wham, Bam, thank you ma'am". That's what it's all about.
It's just a quick hump and an hasta la vista, baby!
Chicks have long suspected what we've always know was true:

All dogs are men!!!



