Where are your balls?

I assumed this little cherub was a boy, the way he follows me around.

Oh wait, not him.


I was watching him eat his kibble tonight and asked him where his balls are. Because I thought he had them but it appears he doesn’t.

I changed his name to another S-sounding name. More fitting for this little bully.

What? I was thinking Treacherous.

At least this little wonder isn’t projecting her insecurities and ill-formed opinions on sweet, loving, beautiful, innocent others.

But it’s still a valid question. Where did his balls go?

I hope they grow back so he will finally muzzle the neighborhood pit bull. I’d happily pay for that rabies shot. Or a tranquilizer dart.

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