I am starting to believe James and mama are forming a coup. In there attempt to keep me and Mamba from interacting with each other, James placed Mamba with Kobe in the back of the truck on our drive home after our 5 1/2 mile run and I strangely formed some odd emotional feelings, like an emptiness in my bowels. Somehow I do not think they understand my dire need to be around such beautiful four legged creatures. Mamba is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. I now know what James must have endured, along side dozens of testosterone driven boys at catholic school, who would leap at any chance to see girls from Immaculate Heart in their plaid dresses. But I feel even more deeply about Mamba. One day she will see the qualities I share, meanwhile I will live the westside story, separated by overbearing parents.
Lesson learned today, play my cards right and anything can happen. I love Hanna, but she only has two legs. Eloise and Lula got away, but not Mamba.
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