dear 64 miles and 8 years diary,
so somewhere along the lines of two thousand nine hundred and prolly thirteen or twelve days ago today, depending on how many leap years there were in the last 8 years prolly one ok i'm dumb, anyway, that's fine, but still, EIGHT years ago we drove 32 miles (one way) and got this dog right here, the grump, and he was a month old that day. the breeder decided to keep the grump- he wasn't for sale. but when i saw him, done deal. he humped me while cupped in my hands. i said, "fuck this shit, he is my dog right now," and i wrote a bigger check and left. between then and now, he has: pulled the turkey across the floor at 4 weeks and one day old, fallen off my very high bed and got stuck between the foot board, got loose at 6AM (when he was a toddler- because he sure wont do this now) and wandered into the road and got hit by a car and a back tooth knocked out, got scared when the wave of the ocean chased him in miami, bit me in the head, and turned down a bleeding bitch while having her as an overnight guest, survived cancer he didn't have and sleeps in my bed now every night as a reward. fifty two kongs later, i don't get upset when i have to throw them away. i do it when he is asleep- which by the way- is most of the time.
so somewhere along the lines of two thousand nine hundred and prolly thirteen or twelve days ago today, depending on how many leap years there were in the last 8 years prolly one ok i'm dumb, anyway, that's fine, but still, EIGHT years ago we drove 32 miles (one way) and got this dog right here, the grump, and he was a month old that day. the breeder decided to keep the grump- he wasn't for sale. but when i saw him, done deal. he humped me while cupped in my hands. i said, "fuck this shit, he is my dog right now," and i wrote a bigger check and left. between then and now, he has: pulled the turkey across the floor at 4 weeks and one day old, fallen off my very high bed and got stuck between the foot board, got loose at 6AM (when he was a toddler- because he sure wont do this now) and wandered into the road and got hit by a car and a back tooth knocked out, got scared when the wave of the ocean chased him in miami, bit me in the head, and turned down a bleeding bitch while having her as an overnight guest, survived cancer he didn't have and sleeps in my bed now every night as a reward. fifty two kongs later, i don't get upset when i have to throw them away. i do it when he is asleep- which by the way- is most of the time.
