Dave reckoned he'd had the worst new years eve of his life. His bitch, Bonnie had promised him a new years eve to remember. she was a choosy kind of gal, not the type to fetch the stick on the first date if you get my drift. Anyway, Dave had been looking forward to this for months, he'd had a bath, got his teeth nice and shiny he'd even got himself wormed for the occasion. Anyway a couple of days ago Dave was just getting ready to go outside and bark at something when his master says to him,
'Walkies! C'mon Dave, back of the car!'
Dave's like, "great! A nice long christmas walk in the country!" How wrong he was. Before too long he realises they're not on the A1-whatever out of town and he's like, "hey this ain't the A1-whatever out of town!" Before too long his master parks his Volvo up outside this really grey, imposing looking building right , Dave's like "where the hell's this, this ain't the countryside!" He gets inside and there's this old lady, she smiles at him and says he's a good boy. Patronising i know but Dave says you get used to it when you're a dog. Next he's in this little green room with this friendly looking guy in a white coat.
Dave opens his eyes, he felt like shit. remembers being carried out to the volvo and feeling even worse. the car journey home was a blur and the next thing he knows he's on his bed dozing like and old man after medication time.
Dave wakes up, he's got this pain you know, in his balls, he looks down and sees he don't have no balls, He's been neutered, spayed, sterilised his bollocks had been removed. Dave felt sick you know, he'd heard storys about his happening but...
Bonnie!
Needless to say she wasn't interested, within two days she'd hooked up with one of Daves mates Sammy, the Spaniel from the darts team. Slimy bastard, he'd been hovering around like a lawyer at a train crash for weeks waiting to get his teeth into Bonnie.
Anyway here was Dave, on the train down to Brighton still clutching the chocolates he'd bought for Bonnie. His plan was to start a flea-circus, always a puppyhood dream of his. He said it was handy since he'd never had fleas until recently. although, come to think of it, that Sammy, he was always scratching himself.
'Walkies! C'mon Dave, back of the car!'
Dave's like, "great! A nice long christmas walk in the country!" How wrong he was. Before too long he realises they're not on the A1-whatever out of town and he's like, "hey this ain't the A1-whatever out of town!" Before too long his master parks his Volvo up outside this really grey, imposing looking building right , Dave's like "where the hell's this, this ain't the countryside!" He gets inside and there's this old lady, she smiles at him and says he's a good boy. Patronising i know but Dave says you get used to it when you're a dog. Next he's in this little green room with this friendly looking guy in a white coat.
Dave opens his eyes, he felt like shit. remembers being carried out to the volvo and feeling even worse. the car journey home was a blur and the next thing he knows he's on his bed dozing like and old man after medication time.
Dave wakes up, he's got this pain you know, in his balls, he looks down and sees he don't have no balls, He's been neutered, spayed, sterilised his bollocks had been removed. Dave felt sick you know, he'd heard storys about his happening but...
Bonnie!
Needless to say she wasn't interested, within two days she'd hooked up with one of Daves mates Sammy, the Spaniel from the darts team. Slimy bastard, he'd been hovering around like a lawyer at a train crash for weeks waiting to get his teeth into Bonnie.
Anyway here was Dave, on the train down to Brighton still clutching the chocolates he'd bought for Bonnie. His plan was to start a flea-circus, always a puppyhood dream of his. He said it was handy since he'd never had fleas until recently. although, come to think of it, that Sammy, he was always scratching himself.
