I assumed this little cherub was a boy, the way he follows me around.
Oh wait, not him.
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.