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Like men everywhere, Steve is currently defending the rights of the penis, whether his, some other guy’s, or the dog’s. “What do you mean he’s going to fixed?” he screeched when I told him Harry P. would go under the knife in about a month.

“He needs to be fixed.”

“But we could breed him!”

“Does the world really need another freaky looking dog?” I asked.

“I wanted to breed him with a German Shepherd!!”

“I don’t believe in that indiscriminate breeding. There are too many unloved puppies in the world as it is.”

“It wouldn’t be indiscriminate,” he retorted. “I would choose a German Shepherd I liked.”