Reblogged from MySpace: Pizzle. 8/15/2005

This weekend, Erik and I went out for a leisurely breakfast around 1pm on Saturday. Thanks in part to a fun night with friends the night before that was the earliest we could get out of the house. We decided to go to Gravy on Mississippi, where it turned out they were having a street fair. Just down the street from Gravy is a darling dog shop named Salty's. On the way back from breakfast we decided to go in there and pick up something for our dear Monty who is currently teething and needs something to chew on constantly. We figure it's best to buy him many things to keep him off our now destroyed rug, our ankles, our underwear and our cat. So, while perusing the vast selection of chewing things we came upon the Pizzle. It looked like it would be just delicious and was just the right size to massage Monty's bleeding gums. We proudly made our way to the cash register, Pizzle in hand, feeling good about having picked out something for Monty that would help ease some of his pain and make him happy. The cashier lady was super nice and we actually chatted for a while. As we were getting ready to leave one of us casually asked, "so what exactly IS a pizzle?" To Erik's horror, the cashier lady responded that a pizzle was indeed a bull penis. Yes, a bull penis. We decided to go ahead with the purchase anyway and all weekend our sweet little puppy happily carried around his bull penis. Or as Snoop would say, his pizzle.