Po-Po

I lost a friend today. :( Napoleon Bonaparte Betancourt, aka "popo" my canine companion was taken away, and I have to admit, I am a little broken up about it. No more cold wet snouts nudging me, no more aggressive eyes judging me, no more karate chops chopping me, no more knocking me down when chasing a stupid rat dog in a sweater (seriously people, dog clothes are not cute, they already have fur!! hello, the clothes serve no purpose!) no more popo cries when he doesnt get his way, no more squeeks from his squeeky toy, and most of all, no more popo hair covering my entire apartment. He has gone on to a better place, Longview to be exact. Here he can roam free. No more dead beat dad either (my roomate anthony) who I blame for all of this. I am a big dog person and was spoiled with a dog for six months, and now he's gone, and my heart (which is already broken for other reasons) is broken yet again. Po-po, you will be missed my furry friend, and you will never be forgotten.