dear my arm diary,
i just put my arm around the belly up grump and about got my head bit off. i think that he must be in pain to react like that. so i did a full exam and can find nothing. he sleeps peacefully now as my hands stink to high Heaven and i repeatedly smell them to see if that smell has gone away yet and it hasn't and i don't think it ever will until i use prolly vinegar and maybe baking soda prolly. the stench on his under carriage is super foul today. wow. the grump got old last week- right before my very eyes. no longer does he have that extra spring in his step. he kind of drags now- where he use to gallop. his snout is turning frosty and his eyes are beginning to glaze and he is starting to act like my aunt mary did in her older days. remember, aunt mary tied her son to the high chair so she could tend to her cows in the barn AND fried up squirrels for breakfast while they still had their fur on. she would growl and hiss too and her bedroom smelled like piss. but ima hush my mouth- she had more money than most when she moved down south- she could afford to piss her bed- throw that one out and buy a new one to lay her head. it's a shame they tore town her house for the south side country club- but they didn't get the birdhouse, SHOUT OUT AUNT BARB, or the cigar box in the mud. SHOUT OUT UNCLE GLENN.
