I was pretty oblivious to anything that involved procreation when I was younger, which is appropriate, I know. Whenever I would leave for school, my dog would get so excited that he'd get further excited and would hump my leg. I just thought he really loved me, because I didn't understand that he was trying to mate with it. It finally took my mother to explain to me that he shouldn't be doing that to make me stop him. That was when I found out about the birds and the bees. And when I started to avoid my dog. For a little at least.