I took Huey to get neutered yesterday. He had started trying to mount Jack the cat. Dad, of course, was a little sad about "the castration."
This evening he asked...
Dad: So, what did the vet look like?
Me: I don't know. I took him to this place in the ghetto. The guy that checked to make sure Huey's testicles had dropped was a black guy with curly, oily hair.
Dad: Hmm. Because he won't come near me. I thought maybe the person who did this to him looked like me.
It was so cute. Dad was a little sad that Huey has been avoiding him.
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