so she gave me more leeway then she gave any of my uncles or aunts
l Cynthia my youngest aunt/ worst enemy she hated me and honestly the feeling was mutual.
wish this was steak.
And one of those things was Dillinger my doberman.
Now since i was the baby i got everything i wanted well somethings.
Dillinger was a good dog, just greedy and he loved.
It was my fault i always gave him table scrapes i didn't want.
Of time he jumped on the table and took the chicken right off my plate
steak taste better.
of course ms. eavesdropper heard me complaining about Dillinger eating too much and made a plan.
that dumb dog will die!
why does he eat so much. you wanted him not me.
normally a dog would sniff it and realize it's poison, but like i said Dillinger was greddy, curiosity killed the cat but, well greed killed the dog.
milk, it smells weird.
basically her plan was to spray roach spray into the bowl and make it look like milk so that way Dillinger would drink it and die, i know she's evil.
When i got home i found Dillinger asleep, next to a water bowl that stunk of roach spray, a full bowl of food, and a non-beating heart. i knew who could have done this, the only one who would have done this, and i wanted nothing, more but a reason, and revenge.