Speaking of my roommate and his pit bull, last week the dog humped my leg. Not only that, but I was packing and putting my jacket up and he took the jacket and humped that too. I let the dog keep the jacket....
Me: Dude, you really need to get him fixed.
Him: Huh? Why? How'd you feel if you got your nuts chopped off?
Me: Pretty good, but that's not how the process goes. They just *makes gesture* snip-snip.
Him: Yeah well, how'd you feel if you lost the ability to fuck?
Me: That's not the problem, man. The problem are strays dogs without a home, or getting put in the pound only to be gassed a week later; there's millions of dogs and cats, and we don't need more. In some cases, more equals bad.
Him: So you want to wage genocide against dogs and cats? What the fuck, nicca.
Are such thought processes common with pet owners? We've fixed every dog we've owned.