09/16/04

Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is my big momma's birthday and my little momma has to have surgery in a really bad place. I hope she'll be ok.
Maybe when she's better they'll take me for a ride in the car again. Man, do I love to ride in the car. I like to watch those big machines with the wheels. The great big ones that make you feel like a flea. They are so big and strong. I wouldn't wanna mess with one of them. Big momma says they're called trucks. I wanna truck. I wanna ride in a truck. Maybe momma will buy a truck so she can take me for a real ride. I could go all over the place and everyone would say, "Look at that black dog go. Go, black dog, go!!" And I would be feared.
I'm kinda glad Ivan is gone. Now we have to watch out for Jeanne. Whoever Jeanne is. I think it's a girl. I'm not afraid of no girl. Then maybe there will be Karl. We'll see what happens with him.
I'm kinda tired tonight so I don't have much to add. I'll talk at ya tomorrow dear Diary.

May God love all the critters big and small.
Oreo

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