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Ho ho, check this out if y'fancy a laugh:

In this, the 11th day of May in the year of our Lord, 2007, New Yorkers (who else Hoho) have instigated the occurence of...canine testicular replacement... is a nice way of putting it.

It seems the ultra-rich, (because, really, who else would be carrying on like this), after castrating their male four-legged friend, have taken to replacing the removed items with, well, prosthetic ones. Apparently, they 'look and feel just like the real thing'. My first thought was - how does one qualify for that particular quality control position? Experts on canine genitilia must be scarce one would imagine.


Of their dog, a Rottweiler named Truman (after Harry S. I suspect), the owners remarked - "we feel the replacement of the testicles with artificial ones gives him a sense of pride, it's good for his phsycological well-being".

Sounds like Truman's feeling a bit less than a real dog. Butch (WITH the testicles) must be the big dog of the neighbourhood now.

Hey lady, why stop there?

Are we looking at a potential statement of status when some socialite decides to, in an attempt to outdo her competing socialites, to colour the nads - maybe pays a reknowned artist to 'customize' them, hang trinkets off them.

Hey, look at the balls on MY dog! Ho ho ho! Absurd? you betcha. Getting carried away? more than likely. But I'm not the one attaching fake nuts to my dog because it increases his sense of self worth.

Moreover, I think his 'phsycological well-being' was shot to hell when you cut off the originals, lady (has to be a lady saying this - or a metrosexual, no 'man' could possibly condone such a act without some regret and I can't believe he would consider this wacky idea).
And a couple of replacement marbles isn't going to cut it.

Truman was unavailable for comment, though his best friend, Buck, was reported to be less than impressed with the new appendages.