One of the benefits (disadvantages?) of growing up in the south is that you see a lot of things you don’t see in the city. I have seen a vet remove a horse’s ‘jewels’ and toss them to the farm dog who promptly ate them (the dog, not the vet). Stop crossing your legs and moaning, the horse was completely undisturbed by the procedure and the vet quickly stitched the empty pouch closed. The point of this story is that it seems to me I could perform the same procedure on Doug if I moved fast enough. OK, maybe not. Maybe I just threaten it when I’m in a testy mood because I need to get out of the house.