Yikes! My baby is only 2 years old and he’s already chasing the girls around… I’ve been told he’s a bit of a Casanova and has been trying to mount a certain lady friend. Since he’s not considered “fine breeding stock” (although I can’t imagine why???) his jewels will have to go. I made arrangements for the ‘operation’ and went out to supervise the procedure. After seeing him get an injection to numb him from the pain, being the brave soul I am, I went for a walk. I couldn’t watch. “It will only take 20 minutes,” said Dr. Doom. I walked though the orchard for about 40 minutes and when I got back Hobo was still where he was when I left him. He looked fine. My first reaction was to look under the hood. Yep… Definitely something missing! No blood, no pain, no loss of appetite. Why did something not seem quite right? Again, no cohunes, no blood, no pain, no loss of appetite. I thought to myself, “This guy is good!” After a little more spoiling I put Hobo back in the pasture and went home. I got an e-mail from the lady I board Hobo with the next day letting me know that Dr. D was out on Sunday to geld Hobo. What the… did she mean. Yesterday was Wednesday? Seems Dr. D didn’t want me to know he’d done the deed already and decided to fake doing it on Wednesday. If I ever find out the reason for the charade, I’ll let you know. I just has to be a doozy!
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