I love my dog … Charlie. He’s adorable, he loves me unconditionally, he’s been neutered. But you see that last part doesn’t seem to keep him from humping his favorite beat-up doggie toy — which is a dog, by the way – a dog that’s been ridden hard and put up wet — all day every day. My dog has no balls, but he hasn’t lost that lovin’ feeling.
It’s really gross, quite frankly. Because when he’s, um, finished, the “lipstick” is completely out. How can this feel good for him? He can’t walk while the – uh – thing is full out. He just stands there with his eyes closed while the lipstick slowly goes back into it’s home.
I thought I’d share this because right now, at this exact moment, he has finished. And he’s staring at me, feeling all ashamed, waiting for the lipstick to subside. It’s creepy. But I still love my little horn-dog, Charlie.
Thought that might be a good ending, but no … now my other dog Jackson is playing with the dog toy. Because it obviously smells, well, disgusting and I guess that’s enticing.
Dogs, much like men, are really really really gross. But we love them anyway.
