Ann was nice enough to include me in her plans for deckin the halls last nite. She pulled her Christmas tree out of storage and set it up in the corner of her apartment.


It was a very Ann tree; the theme colors were coordinated with her living room in Tiffany blue bows, bronze cloth ribbon, and of course, bling.

Even Ann’s puppy Max was decorated.

We decorated her tree while sipping on Christmas spirit in a mug — hot chocolate made pepperminty by using a candy cane as a stirrer, laced with Bailey’s. Two mugs in, we were in a great mood, chatting it up hypothesizing on how Max’s chew was made…

…cuz nothing brings out the jollies of the holiday mood like the scent of a small dog chewing on bull penis. We figured out that the bull erection was cut into four or five vertical cross-sections and then braided together. It lasts significantly longer than rawhide, dries up fast, and Max is obsessed with it. It kept him busy for hours as he ran around with it, settled down and chewed at the end, poked me in the butt with it, rolled it over my leg while playing with it, and at one point I found myself with it grasped firmly in my hand holding it like a baby bottle to Max to assist him in his gnawing. Ann equated this last activity to my jerking a bull off. Interestingly, after I came home, Dodo sniffed intensely at my bull-penis-holding-hand and then licked his chops. This happened twice. I briefly considered getting Dodo a wedge of bull penis for Christmas, but I don’t see him gnawing on something that hard for long. (I’ll accept your applause for my reference to a pussy, “bull penis,” “hard,” and “long” in one sentence, and thank you for not telling my parents about this blog.)

Sorry about the poor quality of the photos — I was using my cameraphone and couldn’t get the white balance right.