A rambling and often incoherent journey into the mind of a Tennessee Cattle Dog/Blue Tick Coonhound mix with a face only a mother could love (and an insatiable taste for beer).
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Since the time when the Man stopped the drinking of the Dos Perros, my life has become a barren waste...an unceasing march across the desolate, burning sands of time. The thirst I feel is too much to say, but if only tiny, small drops of Dos Perros were to fall from heaven and touch my sweet little lips. Sigh. My thirst would be quenched for all time.