Poor Milo ... he's just a boy.

I just returned from taking Milo to (what Corey refers to as) the Doggy Hospital. Milo has to be snipped. The shelter we adopted him from requires it. It is also something I believe very strongly in. All our dogs have always been spayed or neutered. And besides, Bob Barker says it is a must, and that is good enough for me.
I have to tell you a story about this though.
Because all of our male dogs were neutered, I have never seen a dog with balls before. Really. This was very odd for me. I felt like Milo should be wearing pants, or boxers at least. And they are not olive size or anything, we are talking golf balls here.
So I thought they were going to, ya know, cut those off today. Harsh, but I thought that is what they do. Nope. They do some internal snipping and the sacks just kind of shrivel up and disappear. I mean they go from plums, to prunes, to raisins. Uh, weird.
I mean how sad is that? Not only does the poor guy lose them, but, he has to watch as they slowly wilt away. That can not be good for the ego. Wouldn't it be more humane to just take them off quickly? Ya know, like a band-aide.
Poor guy. And he went so happily into the back room. Mr. Happy -go-lucky himself. Do-duh-do.
He will never trust me again.