I left home when I was just 9 weeks old.
My mom was a real bitch.
I was part of her 7th litter.
Either she was Catholic or didn't understand birth control.
My Dad was abusive to me and my mom.
He was once a professional pit fighter.
I don't blame him, he was part Rotweiller.
It was his nature and his training.
He practically lived on beef blood and those steer parts.
My first job was night watchdog at a nuclear power plant.
It was awful, when I dream, I still smell the radiation.
I think the gamma rays stunted my growth.
I am only four inches tall, without pumps.
Recently I was adopted.
And not by trailer trash either.
They are trying to educate me.
How to bark without a Texas twang.
How to eat food beyond the pale of Mexican cooking.
The other day I ate my first milk bone and held it down.
Soon I am going to San Diego.
I hope they have good Mexican food there.
I am not looking forward to fish ball sooup.
I hear it is very warm there.
I have a puff coat that I am taking with me. But I need a bathing suit.
I will write more when I get to sunny San Diego.
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