My Super Baby Nino

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What up! What up! What up my peeps! Today is Friday August 10, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for one month and twenty-three days or rather yet, fifty-three days in total. As always, I feel like Tony the fucking tiger… GRRRRREAT! I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

On a dog lover note! Some people might think that I have a boring life on work days, since I work eight hours a day, five days a week from Monday through Friday, then I just get home and do nothing. But the truth is, that even though I normally don’t go out on work days, aside from my wife and my two human children, my third child is always super happy to hear me whistle when I enter the building, so he knows that I am home. You see, my third child’s name is Nino… actually, I call him “My super dog Nino” since he’s always full of energy when I get home. We rescued him back in 2013, when he was only six months old and we had just lost our other baby to cancer a couple of weeks earlier. The guy who had him, got him from his boss, because she just gave birth and she couldn’t take care of him anymore. He was trying to make a few bucks by selling him to us, but we wouldn’t budge. Until he finally decided to release him to us. His hair was all matted and the kids used to hit him with sticks in the basement where he was kept. To make a long story short, I really don’t know who rescued who, since I was going through a deep depression, because I had just lost my other dog. The only problem with my super dog Nino is, that he is super protective of me and when we are chilling in bed, he doesn’t like nobody coming into the bedroom. My point? Animals do help with depression.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!