So…I awoke last night to my husband yelling for me from outside. At first, I thought I must be dreaming…he would have to be in the process of being eaten by a bear to actually call for help. I step outside to find our two dogs stuck together…and my husband desperately trying to get them unstuck…or at least close enough together to keep our female dog from having her business abruptly removed.

Water hose…no worky
Ice water…no worky
Ingenious idea…KY…gross, but just might do the trick.

So…cut to my husband lubing the dog up as I am trying not to throw up in my mouth. It’s a damn good thing we like our dog…and even better that my husband was there to do the deed. I’m pretty sure I would have left them like that. I would have dropped their asses off at the animal shelter just like that… “Here, I have Siamese dogs for you”, I would yell as I pushed them out the passenger side of my car as a drove by.

BUT…lucky for them, my husband got them unstuck and they live to “mount” another day.