June 1st 2007 3:32 pm
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Momma goes out every night now, and I don't like it. She goes out to these "baseball games" and explains that she has "season tickets", but I don't see the big deal, because I've been to one of those things before and they're really not all that fun. And I'm really jealous because she always cheers for them and she doesn't even cheer for me anymore when I make a potty outside. She always shouts at them, "Dah-las!" and "Aaaaamalio!" and "Ah-bell" and especially "Cooooooon!" And I'm really mad because she talks about that "Coon" a whole lot. Don't see why he's so special. Mom says it's cause he's really fast and really good, but I'm fast and really good and Momma isn't always shouting, "Preeeeetzie!" And now she's all sad n' stuff because Dallas quit. And she all sad around me. Dummie. He's just some guy on a white square on a bunch of grass. And dirt. And through all of this, there is nowhere to poop! Not fair. Plus, she feeds them. Every month, at what she calls a "potluck". And I bet she gives them more than three-quarters of a cup.

I don't like that Coon.

Love,
Pretzie