March 30th, 2007


Well my Mother named the dog that way...He welcomes me when I come home always happy to see me. I wondered as I was driving home today...If I seized to exist who would he be so happy to welcome, who would he sleep with, who would torture him by throwing water and rubbing soap on his hairs..I wondered who would let him eat the left over food from dinner sitting on top of the nightstand..I just wondered... who would speak to him in a language he just doesn't understand..I wondered if he would ever learn how to sit or roll over, and how not to piss on my books and not to shit on my mother's rugs..I really just wondered.... I am supposed to be writing a research paper and I am here eating shit talking crap about the dog...Not really, this is a warm-up. HEee heee HEee