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JONESY’S STORY

October 29, 2007

“Jonesy” 

 My name is Jonesy and I am what humans call a deer type Chihuahua. My human loves me very much, but something happened to me when I was very young that makes me wonder if she really does.

When I was about a year old, I started to “hump” Sissy, my other Chihuahua friend that lives with me and my human. I would “hump” her on her head, her back and everywhere I could. I was born to “hump”! Woo hoo! Every time I “humped” Sissy, I would get yelled at. What was the big deal? Sissy didn’t mind!

I also lifted my leg in the house, and I would get yelled at again! I didn’t understand that either! I hit the wee wee pad most of the time, and I always did my business outdoors. You know a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

One day, right in the middle of my “humping session”, my human yelled at me again! She said,  “That’s it Jonesy, I’m taking you to the vet and you’re getting fixed!” I don’t know why she said that, I didn’t break anything.

A few weeks later I arrived at the vet’s office. After I was there for a little while I took a siesta (that’s what Chihuahua’s do), and I woke up with this plastic cone around my neck. Not only did it hurt down there, I felt really stupid with that plastic thing around my neck. 

I had to put my head down to see the floor so I could walk, and then I couldn’t see where I was going and I crashed into walls, or anything that was in my path.

Soon I felt better and was able to return to my usual activities. I no longer had the urge to “hump” or lift my leg, which were two activities I really enjoyed. I can’t quite put my paw on it, but to tell you the truth, I think something is missing down there when I lick myself.

To be honest with you, I am happier because my human isn’t yelling at me every time I turn around. And you know…I think she is happy too!


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