My Buddy.

I was really worried about my Buddy-Boy last night. I noticed the swelling and bruising in his groin( which hadn't been too bad lately) was back and worse and he flinched when I touched it and made sad noises and buried his head into me and I knew it really hurt, that he was in pain, so before bed I gave him a small bit of my CBD oil to relieve the pain and help him have a good night's sleep and boy, did he ever! I was even half-expecting to wake up this morning and find him dead he was in such bad shape last night but thank God he wasn't and he was back to his old self; the CBD oil did the trick and he was feeling much better, but my solace in preparing myself for the worst if not was at least that yesterday he did have a good day; he went for a couple of good long walks, he had steak, and he(and I!) was even able to get a bit of sun sitting outside. This morning the bruising and swelling is less but the swelling is now not just only on his groin but spreaded to his dick and balls,too, yet he still pees ok and no blood in either pee or shit for awhile now,either and he seems ok otherwise. The CBD oil seems to have given him his "groove" back,too; this morning he has that 'ol swagger back, the way he was shaking those hips and wagging that tail and swinging that behind.....ha,ha....The Doxie with Moxie is BACK.... and he went for a full long walk this morning too; he's feeling much better today and had a great sleep last night too! The wonders of Mary-Jane. It's a miracle herb.

My cousin's father's funeral in Spain went well too and even got 40 people show up! Not bad considering that was just his winter vacation spot and only on a short 3 day's notice! I won't even get that many at my funeral even if they knew way in advance. I'm lucky if I get even maybe 3 people show up! Songs I also want played at my funeral(that describe me or my life) are: Ride, Natty, Ride  by Bob Marley, Thunderbird  by Quiet Riot, Wildflower by Skylark, and Ruby Tuesday by the Rolling Stones. Another cousin also said it's been 10 years now since he did 2 years in jail for smuggling drugs from St. Lucia. (when I went to St. Lucia I had much better memories of my trip than he had of his, and that's where the 16 YR old had her hair corn-row braided when she was 8 and the 18 YR old got her ears pierced when she was 10!) but luckily he's learned his lesson and is now a chef at a country club.

The 20 YR old also said she wanted my recipe for my Epic Meatball Stew but I wanted to keep it my closely-guarded secret until I died and then pass it on to the kids( like leave it in a safe deposit box they can access when I'm gone) but then I figure what if I die today, so I sent it to her but I just hope she doesn't "steal" it and try to take credit for it. I didn't even have precise measurements to give her either when I typed it down; it's all just up in head by memory and I never measured the spices out anyway; I just know how much is right by looking by pouring it out in my hand. I had to best estimate maybe around 1 tsp but I don't know for sure. This is one of those things that comes from the heart(and made with love) and can't be measured. The 25 YR old also has this scheme where a guy at jiu-jitsu pays him to launder his uniform.....except that I'm the one that actually does the laundry, so why should he be the one getting the $$$ and when I asked him about at least getting a cut  he said I'm just the machine, the tool, that gets the work done, and that machines don't get paid! WTF? I also keep any coins I find in the washing machine,too ( Finders Keepers!!) as that's my payment for doing everyone's laundry!