Mean Mama

I was horrid today and screamed that I hated the puppy, when really what I meant was an inability to finish the sentence. I hate the puppy SHIT. The non-stop Kylee. Unlike the Russian, she speaks perfect english, albiet learning her nouns and verbs, but she heard me. I did not mean that I hated her personally and have felt like the ultimate asshole since.

Kylee would rather eat the camera than be on it.

Being my known most prized item, I tried not to skin her and wear her for warmth tomorrow as payback. Kyles is extremely fond of food, as puppies are apt to be, she cannot stop herself, especially when Daddy yells "who wants a treat?"

Shit even I come running, who doesn't want a treat? Hell man, whatcha got, is there enough for three?

Kylee is also a covert agent. At night she blends into almost every substance and becomes an object to either trip over or search for. I have asked "why must you be so dark?" and she retorts "look in the mirror Mama and ask yourself a similar question."

Mama is sorry for what she said Kylee, but you just are such a handful that I really wasn't ready for on my personal level of being ok, but that isn't your fault. You have so much personality on you, and you'll be damned if anyone is going to curb it and that frustates me. That's all it is, bear with me and I'll do my best to help you gently along the path of learning.

-DM