on little dogs

with big balls

My dogs are odd little creatures.

They’re under one foot tall. They weigh less than a fart in the breeze.

Yet they have no idea of their size. Once, they forced a great dane to leap into the arms of it’s owner. What they lack in size, they make up for in ferocity.

Were they taking their lives into their own paws?

Sure, but that’s just how they roll. If you’re a male and you still have your balls, they hate you.

Resentment is a terrible thing eh?

But I really don’t blame them.

If someone cut my balls off, I’d resent every intact dude out there.

If my balls were cut off by the order of the person who fed me?

I likely wouldn’t bite them. But if I EVER saw that vet, I’d shoot my shot.

Don’t bit the hand that feeds you.

But if the hand that wants to cut your nuts off shows up?

Remember, you still have teeth baby.