RIP Petey?
Is Petey...in the parlance of the kiddies these days...UNALIVE?
Petey, in case you haven't been taking meticulous notes over the years while reading this blog (shame on you if that's true) is the "ever-peppy" (constantly yapping) little doggo companion of my fellow shut-in neighbor to the west, Mary. Or, should I phrase that as was, as in, the past tense since I kinda think the lil' mangy mutt has gone to meet his maker. That is, if as I suspect, his maker is an evil genius who creates irritatingly paranoid spastic blind little lap dogs with bionic hearing who live to terrorize their innocent neighbor.
The above pic is derivative since, of course, I wouldn't have a photo of Mary's little beloved though I'm sure she has many on her phone, but, from my memory (and we all know how great that is right? check your notes) of last seeing him back in 2019, I think he is (or was) a tiny, quite old looking chihuahua type. Wait a minute you may ask, how has he been a pest to you if you've not seen him in six years? He's behind the ever-drawn tobacco-stained mini-blinds of Mary's house but he can hear every step I make and yelps loudly, fiercely and persistently as if I'm some violent home invader coming to kill him and his human.
But for about a couple weeks now or so, I've been out to my porch a few times, not masked my sounds or tip-toed in any way, even weed wacked my weeds yesterday which usually sets him off like a little fucking maniac, all to nothing. Not a peep.
I can hear Mary's TV so she's apparently still kicking. I always wondered if she had bit the bullet first, would Petey eat her corpse like you know the dogs that survived a few months ago during the tragic Gene Hackman and his wife double death incident did. Oh c'mon! Wake up and smell the coffee! Of course they didn't report that in the media. They wouldn't, would they? That's just, well, too much. But you know other than the one who starved in his "kennel" (aka cage) must have had to eat...something.
Of course, now it makes me think another gruesome, but possible thought. What if Mary found Petey's dead body and ate him?!?! Times be tough, y'all! The price of meat is crazy! If her food stamps ran out...
Please clean that vomit off of your notebook.