Good morning OT Thread!
I say that while the memories of last night still haunt me...
If you choose to read on you are going to embark on a story of horror, sadness, stress and enough Trala is a beastiality loving slut bait material to last you a life time.
Last warning. Once you read this, you can't unread it.
Last night me and some random guy I picked up my partner were cuddled up on the couch watching The Theory of Everything, happily snacking on cheese and Jatz, when Frank starts his incessant pillow humping. After talking to my vet, I knew the humping wouldn't cease immediately post op due to it taking about a month to use up the stored testosterone post nut cropping. So Frank is going at it like the Energiser bunny when my partner places a forceable cease and desist order on him.
Nek minnut, Frank is running yelping like he is in pain with this huge ugly donger hanging out, I pick him up and carefully calm him like a baby, while my partner assures me his dog part is retracting. Gets to the last 2cm, and nothing. We have a family meeting and decide it is probably normal for a dogs dick to take time to go all the way back, so we wait an hour, recheck and his lipstick is still protruding by 2cm.
I have a friend who is married to a vet, so I call her and explain. She puts her husband on and he tells me this condition can be serious. First, one of us need to get some lubricant (which we don't have any of, so my partner needs to go and find a late night chemist, which brings on another horror story of its own but I digress..) and one of us need to gently massage our dogs penis and try to push his red angry horror part back into the sheath. If that doesn't work, emergency vet room time.
Only things we needed to do from that point, is work out which one of us is going to do it. And pray it works.
It was me, and it did.
Frank has officially humped his last pillow.
