A few years ago in a really insane time in our lives, we were recovering from quite a horrible home invasion. I decided that as well as the normal security measures we would have a lot of dogs. When I say a lot I mean a lot. We had 6 German shepherd’s and one little fox terrier who believed she was human.
One of the German shepherd’s was this adorable white male we called Sam. He was gorgeous and lovable but not very bright! As a nearly full grown puppy he was doing the thing boy dogs do. Licking and cleaning his private area. Well he got a bit carried away and landed up with his testicle being exposed.
This was at 22h00 and it was a not a pretty sight to say the least. After our amateur attempts to put the testicles back we realized we needed to get the animal to a vet. The phone call to the afterhour’s animal hospital went like this.
“Good evening, I wonder if you would be able to help me, my dog is in trouble,” Bern said;
“Yes ma'am, what kind of trouble?” asked the Vet at the 24 hour animal hospital;
“Well he was cleaning himself and licked his private area and now is in trouble” explained Bern;
“Ma'am can you be more specific” asked Vet;
My partner looked at me put her hand over the mouth piece and asked if anyone could be that Daft!
“Well his testicles are out of his protective covering!” she said;
Well this was met with silence and then “I beg your pardon?” replied the vet. Well by now Bern was quite flustered, Sam very uncomfortable and Unhappy with life she yelled out
“His Balls are exposed, he has licked the skin right back off them.”
“OH, Oh dear, please bring him in right now” said the vet in that pained voice that only a man has when you are discussing this type of injury.
R700 Rands later, one very sleepy dog who had to be anesthetized to fix his not so little problem Bern and my son Matt returned home. The Vet explained that Sam may need a little operation to fix the problem, but that we were to prevent him from getting excited if we could help it.
This put us all on Red Alert, the first sign of Sam becoming enamored, we could call for Matt my son, and Sam would be unceremoniously picked up and thrown in the pool.
It became quite a regular thing for a few months, so much so that Sam became so used to being put in the pool that if we just called Matt in a louder than normal voice he would take himself off to the pool and climb in. There was this time, however when we called Matt in an excited voice to share some good news with him-
Matt rushed into the room, picked up this very large dog and put him in the pool. We tried to stop him but before we could explain that it was not Sam that needed the attention, Sam was thrown in the pool.
We could not help laughing at the shocked look on my dogs face as he was quite innocent for a change!
Trying not to laugh to loud, we explained that we just wanted to tell him something!
Poor wonderful Sam, I am sure he could not understand what was going on.
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