My Doggie

Hello again my special friend.

Remember my last time I was telling you my poor doggie? Well I thinking you would like to see him too? Here is my memory of him.

I like his floppy ear. His head look good with ears like his.
I like how he fetch me my balls.
I like he sit in my stomach and keep me warm.
I like when I say he make the bad wind, when me I make.
I like his soft head in my arm.
I like when he dreamed he jump and make the dog yodelling like some nasty chase him. But now he is dead, in my dream now I see him chase the ghost from my kneepit. In death he look over me. He can save me from the jungle demons.

I like his slobber.

Now he inside of me, he with me always.
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But Pablo thinking maybe you get sad for me? I say NO! Never never feeling sad for Pablo. UNDERSTANDING ME PLEASE? So now I like show you why Pablo not sad any more.

Pablo find love in kneepit

She someone special, beautiful smile, eye, ear and toe. She very dirty. I find in the jungle, for she run from some bad life before. For many moons she not speak with Pablo. She spit my face and kick my head in. So I leave her potatoes every day and go walk alone with with my heart, my hope. And when I return I see she eat and fill up big strong again with my potatoes.

Now she find some kind of happiness in my kneepit I think. She not spit and beat me anymore. She find some life far away from crazy bad man jungle. Now she smile. And make Pablo feel warm inside her eyes.

Here, she can eat mash potatoes from my kneepit.

And with my dead dog she is no longer afraid.

Come back soon my friends.

Monster

This is me and my father.

He very cold hard man.

Many times I hear my mother call him monster. She shout and scream and me I hide and I cry in the corner of my kneepit.

This one time he make me eat my dog.

I remember now how he laugh that day. When he his friends drink the chica he tell them same story many time.

Now I tell you same story, but please I don't want you laugh at me.

Those days I wish him dead. Now he dead I wish him here with me, hold my hand again.

Long Journey

My friends had to travel many mountains to escape the gringo. It was hard for them because they have no leg. But they make it all the same, because they know they have home in my kneepit. My home.

This mountain now has no hair because the gringo come and cut the hair and take for to make homes for burgers. If I ever go in gringoland I would see how the burgers live, and tell them of my land.

To all gringos out there, please think of poor Juanita and Chico who walk for miles next time you see a burger. You tell him 'you take my friends home!'. Show him my story. Maybe he feel different next time eh?

What you think my friends? Speak with me!

My Good Frends

Chico and Juanita are very much in love. I know this because I see their love video one day.

I can show you some pictures but not everything.

(You know, they are poor, but they are my friends).

They make me bread.

I am very lucky to have friends who can make so good love and so good bread.

Indeed.

Mi Casa

Welcome to my home good friends!

This day I am having visitors, my good friends Chico and his lovely wife Juanita. She hides in the shadows of my kneepit. I say 'come out little one, come out'.

She begins to cry - such a sad lady. Chico broke the bread and we had dancing for long times.

Next time I tell you more about my friends and family.

Come visit me again soon

- Pablo