The dog weeps because you insisted on me telling him he has no balls. His delusion has now been shattered and his life is empty with nothing to lick.

His religion really screwed him up. Poor hound.

Salvation around the corner though. I told him if he prayed enough they would grow back. Then I might introduce him to that poodle up the road. Better to stick it up a bitch than spill it on his beanbag, according to Steve' s gospel.

He is laid staring at me. He can obviously read my mind as he is giving me a mucky look, in the way only greyhounds can.