Poor old Max. We picked him up from the kennels this morning and took him to the vet to have his bandages removed. He was not a big brave boy but at least he didn't think of biting anybody. Methinks I need to talk to him about being a bit more manly (or is it doggy?). Anyway, when we got him home he went potty when he saw Min because she is obviously still very 'attractive' to him. Having a good understanding of how he felt, it made me feel sorry for him so, in order to take his mind off things, as it were, it was off to another, much more distant set of kennels this afternoon. It's a sort of aversion therapy, feel horny and you get locked up for a week in the slammer. Poor Max.
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