Today is the day! Little Bobo will be rendered barren! I don’t want another dog. If Lisa ever moves out and takes Bobo with her and I suddenly want a Chin, I can always buy one from a breeder. Turning Bobo into a stud, although something he might like, just isn’t possible. I don’t have the time or inclination to advertise his services or even provide him with a little room to work. Castration makes sense. Besides, he is right at the stage of wanting to hump things and I would prefer to avoid that if at all possible. This afternoon he goes to the vet who will make a tiny incision in the skin just in front of his testicles. The testicles are then slid up under the skin and removed through this little slit. Lisa keeps joking she wants golf balls inserted as testicular implants so Bobo doesn’t feel impotent or suffer any psychological trauma. I sure hope she’s joking because that would really freak me out.
donnaville
sugar and spice and everything groovy
i remember when i got to the age that i just wanted to hump things. my mother and local priest suggested castration, as did the judge at my hearing for the barnyard incident. looking hard and long at wife i begin to reliase that castration would not have been such a bad thing after all
They do actually make SyntheBalls (I forget the trade name) for just such an occurrence. There was an incident at a dog show a few years back when a desperate exhibitor implanted one of them to compensate for an undescended testicle; the judge, as required, checked for intactness, and exclaimed, “What, THREE?” (Yep, the timid one decided to make its appearance at just that moment.)