During December, January and February I was depressed. No beating around the bush there. I was miserable. And not without reason too. During this same time Ziggy was a young,excitable pup. The combination didn't really work. Ziggy needed disciplined. I could barely muster the energy to discipline myself let alone a wild, unruly dog. When I did try to be stern with him he would sometimes look at me as much to say "Look ma, if you want me to do what I'm told you're gonna have to grow a set of balls! Say what you mean and mean what you say, isn't that what you're counselling tutor always tells you?" How on earth he knew what my tutor says is beyond me though I guess he could have been reading over my notes.
He was right though. Ziggy couldn't be disciplined by a meek and timid meercat. He needed a howling wolf to put him in his box. Having said that, I have grown more confident at disciplining him but this still doesn't make him a particularly obedient dog. It's the Lhasa Apso in him. They're determined, stubborn wee fuckers. The irony is, in order for Ziggy and I to have an harmonious relationship I will have to grow a set of balls while he will have to have his removed. Don't feel too sorry for him though because the flatmate was feeding him prawn crackers last night.
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I guess if the dog loses his balls there will be a spare set sort of rolling about. Although they will be no good to you, as you would only feel a bit RUFFFF . . . . .HA HAH AH HAH AH HA HAH AH HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I dont think Ziggy will appreciate that joke (OK its a rubbish joke).
I told Ziggy your joke and he did laugh, though I think it was out of politeness. He has a very dry sense of humour.
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