Back story!

Day one:

Holy crap! I move to this new place and there are people running around everywhere and there is blood. What was I thinking, I had a nice warm place to live and just got a little impaicent! These people finaly get me cleaned up and someone cuts off the food supply! What the hell were they thinking! Now, if that wasn’t bad enough, They hand me to this really fat man that smells like so many different pork products that I cant even come close to indentifying them all! He holds me and starts leaking stuff from his eyes, what is up with that? He then walks over to a really pretty lady and starts showing me off to her. She looks like someone I need to know. I am tried cold and needing some rest, at this point, I am confused about my new living arrangement.

            Finally someone hands me to the pretty one! Man I like her! She is pretty, she smells good, and she holds me really well! I think I am going to keep this one around for a while! We all move to a new room and me and the pretty one curl up in a ball and take a nap. I really, really enjoyed that! Let the sleeping begin!!!!

            Later that same day, they wake me up and start trying to feed me. They cut the food intake valve, so what the heck. Keep sticking something in my mouth. I AM SO CONFUSED HERE!

Sierra Lee LaRue

Sierra’s diary:

Day Two:

            Ok, someone needs to explain this whole eating thing to me. I am freakin starving here. The pretty one keeps trying something and talking nice to me. I really don’t think these folks know what is going down with the meal plan here. The one that they called “Grandma” showed up and held me for a while. Really liked her.

            People showed up and took me for something they called test. I was not very happy about this and this one lady was a raving B@#*h. She brought me back and was mean to Bacon beast and the pretty one, so it is safe to say that I don’t like her!           

            Ok, finally someone come and gives me the tests I need so we can blow this popsicle stand. The pretty one and fat boy said we are going somewhere that they call the house. It has to be better than this one room housing we have been living in for what seems like forever! The mouth breathing bacon slurper has gotten a wheelchair and has like a hundred things stacked on top of it, trying to get out the door. The pretty one is putting something on something different. I just got to this place and it is moving day again! Wow! These people are mobile!!

            We got into a “car” and Fat boy drove us to what is know as the “house”. I could get to like this! There are lots of things here that look new and  are just about the right size for me. I have a room to myself and and it has lots of pretty things! I might be able to live here. The pretty one turns on what she calls a TV, Captain bacon deodorent  orders pizza, and Grandma sits with The pretty one and we all relax after this big ordeal!

Sierra Lee LaRue