dear turning the tables over but not upside down diary,
when you drive by my house it is funny. becky loves to lay in the back yard. it seems to me she is a yard dog. if there was a bed in the back yard- i do believe this is a dog that would be in Heaven. i saw her sniffing around the dog house the other day- but she will NOT go inside it. my long way grandpa started making it for susie- but then grandpa died- then susie ran away. it sucked. my grandpa loved the shittin shit out of susie. he loved me too. i sure did love him. he was my first mad crush. i wore bibs like his and chewed straw like him- i was his girl. he let me feed the cows and chickens and i always got to ride on his shoulders. my other grandpa- my mom's dad- he finished the dog house for susie and we brought her up here. my mom didn't like 'dogs in the house,' so susie stayed outside and in the garage, but she was used to the farm. i think she missed grandpa and the cows more than anything because she would wander off and then come right home- but one day- she never came back. i walked all over the neighborhood looking for her- calling for her- walked down to stevens creek. my brother said the black panther got her- oh my God my brother sucked. we put up fliers at tolley's- and on light pole's- i cried for weeks. every dog was susie- for years- and i mean even into my twenties. but i drag that doghouse with me- to every house i live. it has had three new roofs on it- and i always paint it. that sucker weighs about prolly 350 pounds AT LEAST- you pretty much have to roll it- picking it up is a BEAST. but since both my grandpas built it- with all their love and care- for all my dogs to live in- and keep warm in because it's there for that purpose and to look nice- i would never get rid of it- i wouldn't even think twice.
when you drive by my house it is funny. becky loves to lay in the back yard. it seems to me she is a yard dog. if there was a bed in the back yard- i do believe this is a dog that would be in Heaven. i saw her sniffing around the dog house the other day- but she will NOT go inside it. my long way grandpa started making it for susie- but then grandpa died- then susie ran away. it sucked. my grandpa loved the shittin shit out of susie. he loved me too. i sure did love him. he was my first mad crush. i wore bibs like his and chewed straw like him- i was his girl. he let me feed the cows and chickens and i always got to ride on his shoulders. my other grandpa- my mom's dad- he finished the dog house for susie and we brought her up here. my mom didn't like 'dogs in the house,' so susie stayed outside and in the garage, but she was used to the farm. i think she missed grandpa and the cows more than anything because she would wander off and then come right home- but one day- she never came back. i walked all over the neighborhood looking for her- calling for her- walked down to stevens creek. my brother said the black panther got her- oh my God my brother sucked. we put up fliers at tolley's- and on light pole's- i cried for weeks. every dog was susie- for years- and i mean even into my twenties. but i drag that doghouse with me- to every house i live. it has had three new roofs on it- and i always paint it. that sucker weighs about prolly 350 pounds AT LEAST- you pretty much have to roll it- picking it up is a BEAST. but since both my grandpas built it- with all their love and care- for all my dogs to live in- and keep warm in because it's there for that purpose and to look nice- i would never get rid of it- i wouldn't even think twice.
