neuticles
which are prosthetic dog testicles.
Wow.
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- Paul
- Paul Guest is the author of four volumes of poetry and a memoir. His debut, The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World, was awarded the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. His second collection, Notes for My Body Double, was awarded the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize. His third collection, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, was published by Ecco Press/HarperCollins in 2008. His fourth collection, Because Everything Is Terrible, was published by Diode Editions. His poems have appeared in Harper's, The Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. His memoir, One More Theory About Happiness, was published by Ecco in May 2010 and selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program. The recipient of a 2011 Guggenheim Fellowship and a 2007 Whiting Writers' Award, Guest lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.
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My first impression was that this was a wind-up of epic proportions (hem), courtesy of the good folks at The Onion or their ilk. Apparently, it's the real McCoy. Supposedly for the dogs' "self-esteem"? When was the last time you saw Spot checking himself out in a three-way mirror? "Oh no ... does it show?" I'm the queen of the bleeding-hearts, but even I don't anthropomorphize to that extreme. Maybe it's for the same people that buy Hummers. Something's missing, but it's not canine. Ta for the giggle.
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