sleepydog

The Leash Of My Troubles

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Troubles

I've been havin' a lot of troubles taday. I'm gettin' pretty old, and I gots arfritis. Sometimes, when I try to go up or down a step, or through door, my leg goes out and I fall down. Kyle comes and picks me up, but it's still not good. Kyle gave me a pill a little while ago, rapt up in sum bread. I like bread. I shared the bread with Happy, but not the pill.

You wanna hear sumptin funny? Dad wanted malt-o-meal for breakfast, but he didn't wanna go to da store. He didnt feel gud. So when Kyle finished sum stuff he was doin', he went to da store an got sum malt-o-meal, an sum apples.

Dad was cookin' da malt-o-meal. He asked Kyle if he wanted to learn how to make lumpless malt-o-meal.

Kyle said life is full of lumps, and shouldn't malt-o-meal be like life, even if you're eatin' it at 1:45 in the afternoon?

Dad said, "Sometimes life's the shits too; you care for some of that?" Kyle laughed and said, "I gotta write that shit down," and later he helped me type it into my blog. Sometimes, people don't make any sense.

I'm getting really sleepy now. Maybe it's dat pill. I hope it helps my leg.

Sniff ya later.