I just want to thank the people who are reading and commenting on my blog. It means so much to me that certain people are really getting into it. Dad, you are a witty bastard. I miss the steaks, and you showing me how to cook them every single time. As if I didn't learn the third time. I would kill to come back home and watch you cook on the grill while I throw Shadow the scraps; I miss that pooch, but know you're taking care of her. And also, I don't tell the Asian girls I'm dating that I have a dog. That would be like them telling me they have a pool full of Alaskan King Crabs. My poor sweet Shadow must remain a secret no matter what the cost. It's like a very distorted version of Schindler's List. I must do whatever I can to keep my Pup alive, although the Asian Nazi Cuisine Stormtroopers are hunting her down. Dad, please keep her safe in the attic upstairs. Although she can't write, she still can bark and paw a written story called "The diary of Shadow". Almost like "The Diary of Ann Frank", except the Germans didn't have a very fond tase of those who they hunted...............Yes, I am going to hell for making a metaphor for comparing the Nazi crusade versus the Asian Dog cuisine crusade. It's just that I love my pooch so much and miss her terribly. And I'm dating a "phillappina" who may or may not want to make sandwiches out of her. .........Well, you know what? My pup Shadow is my best girl, even though she doesn't clean my apartment. She is always happy to see me. She doesn't talk back. And she never accuses me of anything that I am not guilty of. She is the best. And I miss her soooo much.