We have kept our mouths shut and quietly observed our surroundings,
and this is where my story will begin.
What the H-E double toothpicks?
We came from a nice affluent neighborhood. Where the people are civil and the dogs all have designer collars and haircuts. We ate out of proper dishes, slept on the sofa comfortably, went for car rides, and walked on our leashes like gentleman. Those were the days that seemed so long ago.
Today we are living with slobs. The people give us homemade haircuts, the dogs eat from old pots and pans, slobbering all the way. There is never a spot on the sofa, car rides are a disaster, and forget about going for a walk with the “Neanderthal mutts”. I hate the heat, bugs and accents!
If I must admit, I don't hate it all. I love how my brother has come out of his shell,
I like how we are loved, how there is constant chaos and
most of all being apart of the VonHolediggers.
We miss our parents but are happy we became apart of this crazy family.
-Bogey
“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
- Dr. Seuss
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