I don’t think much about the things I thought I just couldn’t live without. I live without them everyday.
It’s a crazy mixed up world out there. Someones always got a gun and it’s all about money.
You live with loneliness or you live with somebody. Who’s crazy – It’s just a crazy mixed up world.
– “Crazy Mixed Up World” Soul Asylum
Whody whoooooo! Hey, y’all. What’s the good news? I been missin y’all sumthin fierce but Mama T say ain’t no point in tellin y’all what’s been goin on wid me cos ain’t nuthin goin on. Tru dat. I declare this place is so boring. And weird. Like tonight. Mama T took me for a walk an when we got down da skreet, dis crazy guy is sitting in his driveway wid a hoodie on an da garage door open bar-b-q’in. It’s fracking 10 degrees outside. SMH. Den we turn da corner an Mama T start cussin cos dem crazy arses still got they Christmas decorations up and the lights flashing like it’s December 21st. Um um um . . . . So we keep walkin an we come to Charlie’s Daddy house (I ain’t tell y’all I met Charlie’s daddy did I? I’ll have ta tell y’all bout dat one day). Anyhoo, Charlie Daddy human woman was outside walking Charlie Daddy…. In they fenced-in backyard….On a leash. 😐 Did I say da yard got a fence round it? AND she still made Charlie Daddy put on da lead? What da? Da damn dog is 12 years old. He cain’t hardly see nuthin. Where she think he goin? And her arse is bout 90 huhself. Ain’t no way in Sheol Mama T be walkin me in no backyard when it’s 10 degrees outside. I think all dis cold weather be messin wid people’s minds round hea.
Mama T say I done lost my mind cos all I do is hunt and kill animals all day and bury dem round da house (inside and out). 
She be cussin up a storm. I told huh to give up cussin fa Lent but she ain’t pay me no never-mind. If it wudn’t for Mr. TT, I’da been taken ta da woods a long time ago, but Mr. TT be lookin out for me. Ima have ta write y’all bout him later.
But I do think sumthin wrong wid my mind. I been havin a lot of doggy nightmares. One night I was so scairt, I ran inta Mama T’s room an tried ta jump in her bed but it’s too damn high I didn’t quite clear it an was holdin on fa dear life befo I finally hit da floor, slid thru da door into the wall and knocked the damn picture off da wall. And Mama T’s lazy arse just sat up in da bed, looked at me and went back ta sleep. She make me so sick sumtimes. I cudda cracked my fat arse an she ain’t even care. 😦
A few days later I had another dream but I was smart dis time. I started running down the hall so by da time I reached Mama T’s room, I had some mentum and went plat right in da middle of da bed. My tail smacked Mama T in da face and she cussed me out (what’s new?). She tried ta pick me up ta get me outta da bed but I fought her hard. She lost and we both went ta sleep and slept da rest of da night. If dat bed wudn’t so damn high, I’d sleep in it e’ry night but Mama T started puttin da gate up so I cain’t come in no mo. I’on know what Ima do if I have anutha nightmare.
E’rybody getting ready for da blizzard and I need ta bury my latest kill befo it’s time for Mama T to give me my evenin groomin session den Ima crash so Ima holla at y’all later. 
Be all you can be (dat’s my shout out ta Mr. TT)!
Donna
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