Happy 200th Birthday Mexico!!!
No time for a post. Later, 'gators.
The Patron of Rascals
12 hours ago
Pio, I think someone hurt your dog. He was way down the hill in the other colonia.Pio (yelling at the dog):
AA, chingada madre, pinche perro, te voy a matar. Sacate!!! ( ah,^%^&;*, *&;^%$ dog, I'm going to kill you, get! (throwing rocks at the pup.)Pio (to Kovy):
I tried to kill that damn dog. He ripped open a bag of corn so I beat him with a board and threw him away.Of course, by this time Oso had run away as fast as he could. Kovy came back to the house later and I insisted we go look for him. We found him hiding in a garden. He followed me home with fear. As we passed my consuegros' house I told Pio's wife, "Now he is mine!" She just nodded sadly.