Hello friends. My name is Pablo and I live in a small kneepit deep in the jungles of Chiapas. Here you I make the stories happy and sad and some other places inbetween. I hope you like! Welcome here in my kneepit!

Thursday, March 30, 2006

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.



3 comments:

the heartful blogger said...

Your stories are always very moving. You are very kind Pablo. If only people were half as kind as you.

Princess Pepper Cloud said...

Pablo, your story is unfolding into a very interesting dialogue... i will be back.

Alcuin Bramerton said...

A thin man with a toothbrush
Stuck up his nose
Walks into a poodle parlour
In Purley.

The woman
Behind the counter
Looks at him.

The thin man with the toothbrush
Stuck up his nose
Looks back.

"What can I do for you, sir?"
Says the woman.
"I'd like to buy
An industrial-strength
Toothbrush-remover, please."

"Show me your poodle."
"I don't run a poodle."

"Do you have a poodle
Which runs itself?"

"I don't believe
In the existence
Of poodles."

"Then for both business
And metaphysical reasons
I must terminate this conversation."