50/50

that's right. he'd be lucky to be alive. dog is just too darn weak today he had to be brought to the vet. confined, the doc says his chances of living - slim.

ok, had lotsa dog came our way but this dog is different. he was our first kind that have breeding.. the rest were like mix and match, if you know what i mean.

he was diagnosed to have some sorta liver problem. i hope he wasn't poisoned by some thugs in the neighborhood considering how zealous he was guarding our humble abode.

if they did and i'll find out who did it, somebody's gonna be up for a rude awakening around here.

all that time spent in the gym moving effin' weight, finally, they'll be put to some good use, ha??!

anyway, expect the worst, but hope for the best!


P.S.

something to smile about. we'll go beachin' tomorrow.

celebrate wifeys birthday...with all her super-friends yadi-yada! it's supposed to be recession, right?

oh well.

ciao!

die another day

my dawg ramboo is dying...

i dunno what happened to him. my heart's really heavy right now. i love that dog.

he is one true loyal and trusted guard dog you can count on.

the moment he's out of his cage, he goes around the house and do his job.. and he does it well..

don't ya die on me, man!