As you read in my last post, I got some sad news yesterday. One of my very dear friends is to be executed on February 10th – that’s right, I said EXECUTED. For it is on this day that my last remaining testicle shall be removed unceremoniously from my body. (The other one came out when I had a hernia as a tiny pup. Hopefully that’ll mean a 1/2 price neutering!)
Phew – it’s hard to even talk about this kinda thing. After all, my ball and I have been together pretty much my whole life! We went everywhere together: to the park, snooping around the oven for crumbs, to the potty, shopping, playing cards. We’d lay out in the summer sun and share our dreams: I with my dream of owning a butcher shop; he with his dream of going to Maui and just “hanging out.”
It’s safe to say that I love that little guy, and I’ll miss him dearly.
Here’s to you, Mr. Nut: