For the past few months the Valesquez family have been worried sick about the fate of their pet chihuahua, Menny. No longer, the impish canine has managed to, in part, contact them, though their fears have now turned mainly into perplexed thoughts.
Though Menny is still out there somewhere on the harsh streets licking his testicles in front of a crowd of degenerate rodents, it's his other actions that have startled the Valesquez family.
In a neighbouring neighbourhood flyers have started to appear of Menny asking for help from the public. Running away was never the ultimate destination for the possible eventuality of the kennels of no return. "Help me find my way home" plead the flyers, Menny included.
Remarkably Menny has somehow managed to locate a computer and a printer to prolay his message of desperation for the home lounge. It seems being able to operate a computer seems a tad easier than looking through the street directory or smelling the scent of day old socks for the sacred way home.
There could also be another explanation, a more vile alternative, one that defies secondaries. The possibility that the stuffed carcass of Menny is being exploited by a sick individual wanting to prolong the agony of a family unsure of the ultimate fate of their beloved pet dog.
Written on Friday, 25 July 2003