So things in my life are finally starting to settle in to a reasonable level of complacency. The hours tick by and I make it through my daily list of activities. I wake up, I go outside to potty, I lounge on the couch, I sleep, I eat, I potty (this one may or may not be outside), I sleep some more. That's pretty much my day but sometimes in a varying order. Every now and then I do something exciting with my pets Kasey and Amber like a truck ride, a trip on the sailboat, or going to visit the dogs at Amber's parent's house. Pretty much my life is a stale, mindless repetition of events that get cobbled together and labeled as day to day life.
I've realized what this disillusion stage of life that I have found myself in is considered by the humans. They call this marriage. I think normally this involves a member of the opposite sex (or the same sex as new laws would allow) but for me it doesn't involve the addition of a person in my life. It involves the loss of my testicles.
Ah! Maybe that's what happens to the human males during the wedding. Wedding must be the human word for neuter. That would also explain why a lot of the times the human females get so angry over time after the wedding at the human males. They are mad at the males because they no longer have that valuable part of their anatomy and have become week, docile, and lazy.
I wonder why people would agree to do this to themselves and exchange one life for another. I guess there are rare occasions where people find happiness in their state of ignorance. And I bet sometimes males who happen to find that person that makes them truly happy could have joy and fulfillment outweigh the loss of their testicles.
Humans are a very odd creature and since I have lost the drive for most physical pursuits I have taken to intellectual ones. I will continue my observations in an attempt to unravel the mystery that is human behavior for the good of all dog kind.
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