dear in his eyes diary,
it sure is nice to look in his eyes and see his soul. i put lotion on his elbows and everything. ima hold him all day. he is sure soaking up the attention. mighty, my first love, (my grandma renamed him marty) he got hit by a car in october 1990- the month after we were married, his back driver's side leg got hurt- and he had a limp for a bit. i felt so bad. i would spend hours rubbing it in the bed. then he would go across the hall and get attention from fern, the lady who let me take a bath in her tub all the time. one day i forgot my razor and i wrapped up in a towel to dart back across the hall to get it and mighty limped as he followed me. i couldn't find it and it took a little longer than i'd expected and mighty went back and then i got a phone call. i laid on my bed in that towel and talked on the phone and when i got up- do you know what i saw? I SAW MIGHTY WALKING IN THE HALL AND HE WASN'T LIMPING AT ALL. but just as soon as mighty saw me... HE STARTED LIMPING. oh hail naw. oh hail naw. mighty was a smart dog for a dumbass. i don't know how he got to be that way either because i never read to him. i mean i had him since THE second he came out of mandy. he was number 3- the runt. born october 16, 1988 at 2720 north church street- he was covered in some green nasty shit and i loved him the moment he was born. he looked like a frog. he was all mine. i cleaned him off and i bottle fed him. he never nursed off of mandy. the unibomber took mandy and all her newborn pups but i stole mighty and went to the vet. i was determined to save that little pup from the drunken unibomber and i did. all the other pups died of PARVO. mine was the only one that lived.
