Doggone it!
The latest in the continuing saga of bizarreness that is my apartment: it appears to be that time of year (or something) for my roommate's dog. Whenever I enter her line of vision, she runs up to me, wraps her front paws around my leg, and starts... well... humping me. If I raise my leg up toward her naughty bits (to try to shake her off - don't look at me like that!), she gets markedly more enthusiastic. I don't mind, exactly, except that her claws are quite sharp and she holds on quite tightly. And I suppose it's flattering, after a fashion, though my roommate claims the dog does the same thing to her boyfriend. (I have yet to see evidence of this.)
So yes: my pheromones bring all the girls to the yard. At least the canine ones.
So yes: my pheromones bring all the girls to the yard. At least the canine ones.