Protests have been going on in my current hometown. I may be part of the 1%, but I can relate with troubles that the other 99% have. I have been battling cancer and trips to what must be a special ring of hell, a small town called Urbana in Illinois. Staying in seedy hotels, staying in even seedier places of unknown purposes and intents, I have been grasping at straws to maintain my sanity and comprehend what seems to be some sort of "special treatment" that is given to me every morning.
From what I can deduce, I am slipped roofies everyday before noon. I am taken back to a room where I pass out, and I wake up to several females fawning all over me and the smell of alcohol stinging my nostrils. Now these females aren't tens, but they aren't ones either, so on one hand I wonder if I am blessed. There are bright spot lights and loud clanking noises. I hear other barks and moans coming from all corners of this . They have held me hostage a few nights, which surprises me because my owner is an expert at holding me in captivity.
In the dark of the night, when we are sure that everyone else has left, us fellow humans in dog suits, speak about our experiences. Tears are shed, hugs are had, emotions run raw. It is a support group so to speak, but we keep it on the down low in case that anyone (including the despicable felines) should come back to check on us or rat on us. What happens while I am passed out I can only guess but it is has been the subject of many nightmares even with my intense love for everything female. I hope to get to the bottom of it and then start a foundation for puppies that have gone through similar experiences. It is time that I start spending my vast fortune on a good cause, and this is the motivation I need to do so.
Being the top 1% comes with some of the same problems as the other 99%, but I can assure you, nothing is perfect and we will all pay our dues someday.
From what I can deduce, I am slipped roofies everyday before noon. I am taken back to a room where I pass out, and I wake up to several females fawning all over me and the smell of alcohol stinging my nostrils. Now these females aren't tens, but they aren't ones either, so on one hand I wonder if I am blessed. There are bright spot lights and loud clanking noises. I hear other barks and moans coming from all corners of this . They have held me hostage a few nights, which surprises me because my owner is an expert at holding me in captivity.
In the dark of the night, when we are sure that everyone else has left, us fellow humans in dog suits, speak about our experiences. Tears are shed, hugs are had, emotions run raw. It is a support group so to speak, but we keep it on the down low in case that anyone (including the despicable felines) should come back to check on us or rat on us. What happens while I am passed out I can only guess but it is has been the subject of many nightmares even with my intense love for everything female. I hope to get to the bottom of it and then start a foundation for puppies that have gone through similar experiences. It is time that I start spending my vast fortune on a good cause, and this is the motivation I need to do so.
Being the top 1% comes with some of the same problems as the other 99%, but I can assure you, nothing is perfect and we will all pay our dues someday.
I am hopeful that the humans are doing their job well for you Smokey.
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