Dear Shadow...

You like me....you really like me!?!?!?!?

I am a momma's boy. I won't sit on her lap but I really, really want to. I'm scared. But I have to know where she is all the time. I cry until she tells me where she is. Sometimes I wake up in the night and cry out for her.

Do you like feathered sticks?

I am about five and as you know....live with HH who beats me up alot.

I have a very good sense of balance too!



Your valentine,

Eddie