domingo, 25 de enero de 2009

No guts, no glory...

True story...

When i was 'bout 3 years old, my grandparents had this dog, "Pookie", a poodle toy, miniature hair ball, male... the poor guy was bout 11 years old, half blind, no sense of smell, and lived all his life with the shame of being a guy but looking like a sissified version of a stuffed animal.

Anyways, so one afternoon me and my sister (i was bout 3, she was bout 5), where playin' in the front yard of grandmas, a gate was left open, and the neighbors dog a fuckin doberman(that looks the size of a horse when your 3) , got loose and went in the yard goes al psyco killer dog on us, so in a split second...pookie comes runnin' outta the house and like a fuckin' rottweiler goes after the doberman, even if size was different smart old pookie went after the legs, and gots the doberman out of the yard, regretably died a quick death when the fucker got him in the neck.

So, the next beer i have is dedicadet to "Pookie", a guy who lived like a poodle but decided to go out like a man in a blaze of glory.

Sometimes i like to think he got reborn as a tiger...

pookie

2 comentarios:

anika dijo...

pookie is my hero.

Aldebarán dijo...

Next time I drink it´ll be..."one for me, and one for pookie..." derramando un poco de cerveza en el suelo