Sigh... Poor Pepito

2/1/2010

Well, I was looking through some drafts of old blogs that never made the cut. I found this and thought it'd be appropriate now since Pepito went to be with the Lord in June '09. I must say that I do miss having him around. Regardless of his attitude problem. Anyways, I thought it was funny how I described him a little. If you ever met him, you might appreciate what I had to say about him back in November '08.

Enjoy....

11/14/08
Don't tell my mother...

I think my dog is dying. I know I just instructed you not to tell my mother, but believe it or not, I've been trying to tell her myself. Pepito is like 15 years old. He's like a grumpy old man, doesn't like to be bothered. I asked him the other day if he wanted to go outside for a walk and he said to me in plain english "F*** OFF LOSER!"

I walked away crying. There was once a time where I could say the word "outside" and he'd freak out. Almost like how the people who open their door only to find Xzibit and the pimp my ride crew in their front yard freak out. I miss those days. He'd jump around like a maniac, and while it was almost impossible to get a leash on him, it was still fun. He use to be a fun puppy.

Now he's a freakin grump. And I don't very much appreciate his behavior towards me. He's only got like 3 teeth left....(END)