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OTTO'S JOURNAL

Hello. My name is Otto. I'm a dog. People say I'm a freaked-out, run-and-hide-coward. I cry all the time. I even cry while I'm asleep. Food is my only comfort, but I even cry when I eat. Gina took me to dog psychiatrist and I told him about my awful puppyhood and being trapped in the Weatherford pound with a bunch of bulldog thugs. The awful things that happened there!! Just thinking about those things makes me suck my paw.
Anyway, things wouldn't be so bad if only I didn't have to live with the devil -- Bill. His eyes glow red when he looks at me. Once, when no one was looking, he stepped on my paw! I cried for days. I hide in the house all the time. You never know when the sky will fall, or the New Mandarin fault will break loose, or a space shuttle will fall out of the sky, or when the sun will explode. I worry.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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