His new name is Rapey McHumpster.

When he was settled in, I went into the solarium without Sparky so we could get acquainted.  He got up on his hind legs to say hello.  I thought he might be one of those fancy dogs who knows how to dance, like Scooby-Doo or Marmaduke.  When he grabbed my leg like he was drowning, I knew we weren’t dancing. 

He’s like a 14 year-old, everything makes him horny.  He was getting pesky with Sparky, so Sparky had to lay the smack down.  Growls, gnashing of teeth, the whole business.  If Rocco is insistent upon humping my leg, then a beefcake like Sparky is irresistible.  No point in making Sparky handle Rocco, if Rocco can’t do anything about it. 

I’ll call tomorrow to see if the vet can do an emergency nut job on him.

Sparky is getting screwed on this deal, but fortunately, not in the way that Rocco wants. 

Sparky can hear Rocco grumbling in his crate if I’m not right there. He’d like to go in and talk Rocco down, but Sparky knows Rocco is going through the dog version of pon farr. It wouldn’t do any good. In the mean time, nobody is having fun.

Sparky isn’t complaining, he just soldiers on.