Kind Of Almost Okay Mom

Mom told me yesterday that I am gettin' a few days break from my Gentle Leader because she don't want an ugly DENT in my nose for "pictures." I don't really give a flying Chester about da dent but damn, yo, I feels like I just broke outta juvie not havin to wear that gay ass Gentle Leader. I've been showing Mom I don't need that shit anyway but draggin' her ass everywhere we go, launchin myself at cats n birds n anything that moves. If I keep it up maybe I never need it again! The one thing I am kinda nervous about is what she talking about pictures. Last couple years have been real annoying posing for that shit. Plus this year I saw Mom showing Dad some flyer about Dogs and Santa and Dad said, Hell No I'm not taking her to that. But Mom was like, Fine, YOU don't have to whatever! She had that determined look that she gets when she's eating so I'm kinda a scared bitch. I just hope my Mom knows better than to think I could handle some f-ing stranger dressed up in a big ass costume touchin me n askin' what I want for Christmas. (In case you is interested, I want the same thing as I asked for last year and didn't get: My own bedroom. Oh and Chester back at North Central. And also a kitten. That's it! JEEZ!)