Sometime this morning my dog's testicles will be removed. Perhaps they're being removed as I type this. The whole procedure is causing me some consternation and upset -- much more than I anticipated, actually. There's the predictable empathetic difficulty dealing with the removal of his testicles. I am male and have a cherished pair of my own. I hate to imagine someone slitting open my scrotum, pulling them out, and then sealing my scrotum back up, which is what they'll do to my dog. While the dog is under anesthesia, the vet is also going to examine a tumor or cyst he has in his right rear leg. This also causes me to worry, as "tumor" is never really a word you want to hear. For example, a pile or money is seldom referred to as "a tumor of money."

This is all to say that I apologize in advance for anything said rasher or more incomprehensible than normal.


My dog Gary's testicles, indicated by the red circle in the image above, will be removed today.

Analogcabin @ 8:01 AM
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