I spent MONTHS of sitting alone in the dark under a bedside table with only my thoughts to keep me busy - you can only imagine how that went. These fury little friends came to visit me every so often and even brought me some of their smelly dog breath toys but they never broke me out, even tho I begged them every time they came. Well, it must have worked because one day, the one they call Zona (on the left) broke down and dragged me out and down the hall - by the leg mind you but I didn't care so much cause I could see once again. Well it was joyous for a whole 35 seconds and then the screaming started. Another "family" member (whom had moved away a time ago) saw me and started screaming. I mean come on, SCREAMING? I know I'm not pretty but that seemed a little excessive. It even scared fury Zona and she DROPPED me right then and there and wanted nothing to do with me after that.
Well, that didn't last long before the pack of em got together and gained up on me. Apparently the one they call Ginger (on the right) had the bright idea of holding me hostage. Ugh this is where it gets abusive....what for you ask? I hate to even say this but - pizza crust. Not even a whole damn pizza - just the CRUST. WTF!! Before I knew it the one I thought was nice, they call her Cali (the black one in the middle) had me blindfolded and hand cuffed - was that really necessary, I mean how much can I really do with these stupid mitts!?
Long story short - the furry "friends" got their pizza crust and I got shipped back to my "family" in the sweltering desert of Arizona.
Somewhere in Virginia, Warren County I assume but the title of the paper. If you zoom in I'm sure you can see the date...I've tried so badly to supress this memory. I only posted it to further prove my story.
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