Showing posts with label 'The Snip'. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 'The Snip'. Show all posts

Monday, 22 May 2023

Masculinity and 'the snip'


I'm a bit worried that some of my friends might have seen those pictures of me in a pink frock last Friday and thought: "Oh dear, poor Nobby, it looks like he's gone all girlie since he had that little 'snip' back in February. Or maybe it's that, being at an impressionable age, he's been hearing too much discussion in the media about gender identity and is thinking of transitioning...".

Well, dear readers, I would like to reassure you this is very much NOT the case, and in every important respect, I am still ALL BOY.

It is true that, on my morning walk, I no longer feel the urge to pee on every single lamp post and tree trunk as I walk down our street. But please be aware, my motivation is that fewer stops mean I get to the park quicker and thus have more time to play boisterous games of rough and tumble with my park pals.

Shortly before my February day at the vet - about which I don't remember too much - Gail had confiscated my favourite toy, Sophie Snow Leopard, apparently on the basis that we were developing "too intimate a relationship" (whatever that's supposed to mean). 

Well I'm delighted to report that last week a freshly laundered Sophie reappeared in my toy box. Our relationship has evolved somewhat, but is no less exciting than before, as demonstrated in the video below.


So as you see, I am still confident and secure in my masculinity.

There will be no need for me to apply for one of those fast track Gender Recognition Certificates that our Scottish Government wants to introduce. And I promise you I will never ever again wear a Pink Frock.

Wednesday, 1 February 2023

Is that a euphemism?

Apparently, on Friday this week I am going to the vets to have 'The Snip'.

I have a suspicion, based on the way Gail looked at me when she said it, that 'The Snip' is not quite the trivial and benign affair she is trying to make out.

My suspicions were deepened when I overheard Gail telling a neighbour that I am currently "All male. Perhaps a bit too much so."

Moving quickly on to more agreeable matters. On Sunday I met up with my Aberdeenshire Foxie pals at Forvie Nature Reserve, and we had a glorious romp through the sand dunes, onto the beach and back along the Ythan estuary (steering well clear of the large seal colony which resides that the point where the estuary meets the sea).. 

By the way, I think I am just exactly the right amount of male....