A lot of people have already told my mommy I´m too spoiled and that I always want to get everything done my way. I didn´t really care much. What mattered was that my parents love me so. But I have this little nagging doubt in my mind sometimes.
That a lot of people may be right.
Last night, our parents got home from work and of course they wasted no time letting us out from the house so we could relive ourselves. Of course, Pandora is always there. She has always been, from puppyhood, my archenemy. She belonged to mommy´s brother and cousin who realized too late that they really couldn´t handle a pitbull. Daddy felt sorry for her and took her in. But didn´t realize the trouble soon to come. We´ve been fighting on and off for quite a while now. Even when I was pregnant I fought with her! I just can´t stand her giving my parents headaches and so I always try to intervene! I just can´t help it!
But then, as fate would have it, I would learn too late what my big mouth could do. It brought harm not to others but me. Especially me.
And so back to that fateful night, what started as a happy rejoicing of seeing our parents home suddenly turned for the worse when Pandora jumped on Mommy.

TO BE CONTINUED