Poor Hugo; nothing to eat or drink from 8o’clock last night. Poor Hugo; kept inside when he should have been out overnight. Poor Hugo; this morning, being put in that infernal box and taken for a ride in the car. Poor Hugo; he had no idea what was to come.

We collected him this afternoon, hungry and a bit sleepy, but otherwise no worse for wear, considering he’d just been deprived of his manhood.

Sorry Hugo!

Like all males, taking consolation in booze!