They’re both boys, and the dog was neutered years ago. He’s never humped anything before. Could it be some kind of dominance thing? He mostly does it after the cat has pounced on his head, or chewed on his ear. Since the cat is small, he kind of scoops him up with his paw, then just goes to town on him. There’s nothing um… poking out, he’s just going thru the motions. I’ve had cats and dog’s before, but never seen this kind of behavior.
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Yep - “Humping” is generally considered a show of dominance and is not necessarily sexual. Your dog is just telling the cat who’s boss.
One of my cats humps some of the dog’s stuffed toys once in a while. It’s pretty damn funny.
They’re just establishing a pecking order, and it should taper off as they work out the dominance issue amongst themselves. Don’t interfere unless you think the cat’s in danger of really getting hurt; they’ll work it out sooner without your input.
Well since nobody else said it…
He just wants a little pussy:D
Dammit! Beat me to it my 6 minutes!
Hey, HillyQueen! Im gonna be out in Tenneessee in two weeks! You buyin’ lunch?
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When our female alpha cat gets hopped up on catnip, she’ll occasionally mount the beta cat, also female.
It’s a dominance thing.
Mr. Moto: Kitty Reefer Madness? 
porcupine: Bizarre. 
My pomeranian humps a stuffed animal toy quite often, usually he doesn’t even have an erection (the pom, smartass). I opened a thread once asking why, and I think the concencus was dominance. Someone also suggested maybe my leg was ugly, which I can’t rule out.
Yeah, when I hump my dad it’s just to let him know I think he’s getting old.
Yeah, that’s why I hump lieu’s dad too.
My Shar-Pei humps my Rottie all the time- I’m seriously thinking of taking a picture, and printing it on Christmas cards that simply say “Merry *ucking Christmas”.
So far I’ve been denied by my husband. What wet blanket.
Reminds me of a sick old joke:
How do you stop your dog from humping your leg?
Pick him up and give him a blowjob!
Mr. Moto: Now, THAT’S funny!
Does it look something like this?
Dearest Darling DougC
You seem to be mixing your nouns and adjectives.
If by any chance you manage to find a Gay Heterosexual or even a Straight Homosexual do let me know!
As for the hound and the pussy it’s all down to dominance… and whilst It is very funny don’t worry until the cat starts humping you! Once that starts it wille be you running after trucks and barking loudly!
As I type One of the hgounds here ( Jack Russell cross Collie) is being humped by another male ( Jack Russell Cross Spaniel ) and both are very happy and leave me out of it! The one tried humping on top of me but I objected to their breath! They also were not welcome by the cabin staff on the Plane either!
If you are not happy about your pussy being doiminated, growl at your hound and make him aware of your concern and dominate him. He should stop or at least reduce the frequency of pussy humping!
Hope that helps
and if all else fails fire a water pistol at him!
I think I might be a gay homosexual, so long as it is still with in the conventions of political correctness to assign both “gay” and “homosexual” as -1 and multiply them.
Otherwise, I guess I’m just a geek.
I’ve seen several female dogs mount male dogs and go through the whole dominance humping thing.
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Don’t know when I’ll need a frog humping a bunny again. You just never know.
“Gay homosexual” - Just happy about it, I guess.
Yeah, this is definitely a dominance thing. Your dog is telling the cat he is in charge and can do whatever he wants. My dogs do not engage in mounting, since their hierarchy is firmly established, but my rats do it all the time, and they’re all females. You’ve never seen humping 'til you’ve seen a rat go at it.
KKBattousai, you are evil. I love it!
Heehee! Years ago, while we were living on a farm in Georgia, my mom bought a he-goat we named Billy Bob. Billy Bob wasn’t a bad sort as goats go, but he had one obsession we never cured him of – he was in love with our neighbor’s horse.
Billy Bob would break out of his pen, get into the horse’s pasture, and do his darndest to make love to the horse. Half the time, the object of his affections didn’t seem to notice he was there, which I’m sure hurt Billy Bob’s feelings. The goat being much smaller than the horse, Billy Bob could only make love to one leg at a time, which meant the horse often stroll through the pasture, minding his own business and munching on grass, while a love-sick goat frantically humped one of his back legs (Billy Bob seemed to be particularily attached to the left leg). With our neighbor’s help, we pried Billy Bob off the horse quite often.
When we left Georgia, we sold Billy Bob to another fellow down the road, who had a nanny goat that we assumed would keep him busy. We underestimated Billy Bob. Not one to allow his love to be thwarted, Billy Bob continued breaking out of his new pen and visiting the horse.
Ah, romance.
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