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So, my brother was staying over for a few days so that he could attend an interview. While here, he had his dog because she's in heat - he has some delusion about breeding her or something 
- and he's got intact males back at the homestead.
So, he's out on the porch when he calls me over to see something outside. I get to the door and there's this tiny little chihuahua mix dancing around outside our fence trying to court his dog, which is a full size adult pit bull.
This little canine Cyrano is so tiny that I'm fairly certain he was out-massed by our queen, the smallest of our three felines.
It was quite a sight, watching this diminutive Don Juan strutting and preening around outside our fence, marking up the grass on the other side of the sidewalk, and otherwise carrying on like a champ.
He finally works up the nerve and hops through the fence to start his courtship in earnest, at which point my brother brings his dog inside to avoid any possible complications from either her acceptance or rejection.
So now the bitch is in the bedroom, standing at the front window and whining about not being allowed to continue the mating dance, and this pint-sized paramour of hers is at our front door, pawing at it to be let in and yapping his little lungs out.
Things went on in such a manner for a while until some people from around the corner somewhere trundled on over and collected their roving Romeo before trundling back off around the corner.
^-.-^
- and he's got intact males back at the homestead. So, he's out on the porch when he calls me over to see something outside. I get to the door and there's this tiny little chihuahua mix dancing around outside our fence trying to court his dog, which is a full size adult pit bull.
This little canine Cyrano is so tiny that I'm fairly certain he was out-massed by our queen, the smallest of our three felines.
It was quite a sight, watching this diminutive Don Juan strutting and preening around outside our fence, marking up the grass on the other side of the sidewalk, and otherwise carrying on like a champ.
He finally works up the nerve and hops through the fence to start his courtship in earnest, at which point my brother brings his dog inside to avoid any possible complications from either her acceptance or rejection.
So now the bitch is in the bedroom, standing at the front window and whining about not being allowed to continue the mating dance, and this pint-sized paramour of hers is at our front door, pawing at it to be let in and yapping his little lungs out.
Things went on in such a manner for a while until some people from around the corner somewhere trundled on over and collected their roving Romeo before trundling back off around the corner.
^-.-^
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
And that whole scene sounds funny. 
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