He looks at me with great big eyes. His mouth releases a scent, but it isn't sensual. I look upon him and rip apart his clothing. Obama's lovely chest nipples pulsate with great poise and erection. I then slowly take my scissors and I cut one off to represent dominance. It was a painless procedure, however my love looked at my eyes with a single tear rolling down his eye. Was this humane? Was it wrong? I don't know, but I do know that every time a bell rings Obama gets a zing. That's when the dogs come out to play with him.