Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Ronnie, nap. Ronnie, glamour shot. Ronnie, apprehensive.

My big brother is having a hard time adjusting to me now. He yells this song, "That ol' mutt loves my mommy and I want to bite his face off." He sings the melody to an old, traditional Chihuahua folk song. I try not to take it personally because it's clear he has emotional problems. His name is Machismo for heaven's sake.

I'm enjoying daily pets and catch. I'm starting to live.

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