Bobby was aquired when he was two months from an old man a few miles away. He was taken home where he spent a few weeks in a box inside the house. Because he missed his siblings, the first couple days and nights he would holler and scream like a pig being being stabbed to death. That didn't last long as he was given the love and comfort of his own mother. As he grew older he was put outside in the yard where he could romp and run around as an active pup should. Properly fed (three times per day) and watered, at one year old he soon grew to be about twenty pounds (9 kg) and eighteen (18) inches (45 centimeter) high. He ate any and everything. Whatever the family ate, so did Bobby. You see, in those days, dog food was not invented.

Bobby started chasing the chickens in the yard, (My Grandfather had lots of domestic chickens among other animals) so he was chained for his own good because the rooster would chase him in retaliation for chasing the female chickens (hens).
The neighbours had by then gotten a puppy (male) which was about eight or nine months old, so he would come over (there was no fence between us) to play with Bobby, but while playing, Bobby was thinking about other things. Because he was humping away at,..Nothing...because the other puppy wanted to just play and was running all over the place.

When Bobby was about three years old, something tragic was about to change his life. Yes! He lost his manhood. Yes! He was de-balled. He became a Eunuch, (See Eunuch.) He was castrated. Yes friend, his life was over, no punash for poor Bobby (at least so I thought).
Anyway, as time passed and his wounds healed (with the help of him licking his balls or the empty sack) he was running around as happy as a lark.
But being a eunuch didn't stop bobby from doing his sexual rythm whenever he was playing with the other dog. We thought he was gay, until one day when he was freed from the chain (so that at times he could follow me any where I went,) we were proven wrong.
Bobby was a pussy man/dog. (See pussy.) I tell you, he loved his Punash.

One day, a female dog (bitch) was passing and he got very excited and went after her. At first she reacted by baring her teeth as if to say " back off you horny bastard" but then showed her acceptance by wagging her tail in a friendly gesture. Bobby's tongue hung out of his mouth like a loose necktie hanging around the neck of a hobo as if he were laughing and saying "YES". Maybe the bitch was on heat because she was very receptive to his advances and gave in. The eunuch mounted her and did his thing. Amazingly, they got stuck during the climaxing. Have you ever seen a dog reaching climax? His facial features change to something that looks like a grimace, with his tongue flapping like a flag in the wind as he hump away. What came out of Bobby during his moment of ecstacy must be only a gush of wind, since he was ballsless.

Bobby had his first score. After this encounter, the dog became a raving sex maniac, he would still try to bugger the male dog (for a small dog, he had large tool) from next door during their romping bouts. He tried to bang a goat, he chased a pig, he used to lick his dick (maybe he was Masturbating, Wanking, Choking the chicken, Beating the meat), he even tried working on my leg. This dog was weirdly horny alright.
Once my grandfather gave him beer and he got drunk, he was walking and knocking himself on the trees. I tell you, life was good to Bobby. Eventually, as the years went by and he aged, he slowed down quite a bit. Until one morning he couldn't stand to walk. we tried to assist him but to no avail. The sadness in his eyes caused me to cry, and as life slowly ebbed away and he breathed his last breath, I wondered what awaited him in the yonder life.