a fight for justice

i have this stuffed dog that A gave me for my 19th birthday. his name is pop star and he's a beagle. i'm just pretty much contented with him covering my face every night as i dive into the deepest slumber and him sitting on top of all my pillows in the morning, if i ever did decide on making my bed. im pretty fond of him and even mother admits he is kind of cute even if his face is a permanent frown.

keisha is the smallest of the little critters that loitered the house all day long, making so much noise and knocking stuff over until there is nothing else to knock over. they fight scream and cry a lot, but i decide on letting it pass when it comes to this little girl. she's so smart and quite frankly i am also very fond of her. i try to give her everything she wants whenever she tinkers around my room looking for something to mess with. she almost always gets away with breaking my stuff or taking them or getting them lost and i never find them. she's only two years old for chrissake!

but oh how she cried and moped for my dear old pop star. there was nothing i could do but watch her fiddle with his ears while she sucks on her bottle. i wanted to scream for justice! i mean, she knows its basically off limits and she never tried to take it until tonight. i dont want pop star to end up in a dusty old refrigarator carton like the rest of their stuffed toys, worn out, dirty and forgotten. you know i had to wait for her to fall asleep so i could quietly take it from under one of her legs.

i hope i was not being selfish but that damned dog means a lot to me and i want to take good care of it. keep it from groping, harrassing chocolate-covered two-year old hands. when something i love is about to get royally fucked up, u don't expect me to just sit there and wait for it to be done with. i will claim it and protect it. sweep it into my arms and never let it go. i just had to do something.

even if it means being selfish.