About two months ago I was diagnosed with a brain tumour.

Monday morning I was fresh as a fresh lettuce. I peed, I run, I pood and I run some more. Later after breakfast I started shaking and I couldn’t stand up, let alone walk. My lady took me to the vet and they run tons of tests. They all came out fine. “He’s in perfect physical condition” they said. Good!

Only it wasn’t good. If it wasn’t physical it was neurological.

Fine, there was no diagnosis yet but brain tumor was one of the possible scenarios, according to the vet. There was also the chance that the convulsions were caused by intoxication. Something I might have eaten. “Most likely cannabis,” according to the neurologist.

I swear I didn’t eat anything, at least not that I remembered.

A day later I got a little better. Two days after that I was myself again. On the third day I was an improved version of me. We went out for a walk to celebrate.

During my sickness or whatever it was, my lady kept on whispering some words in my ear that got me thinking. “Don’t leave me,” she would say. Me? I would never leave her. How could she think I would leave her. There’s nowhere I wanna go. She’s my family.

I’m thinking now that this is what they say Christmas is like. A warm feeling that you’re with family, cozy and happy. But it’s not how it is. All the fuzz and buzz about family gatherings is just for the picture. In reality there’s lots of drama at the dinner tables. We’ve lived it and we’ve ditched it. You people have some problems with your family invention.

My lady says one should cut out what doesn’t work and patch it up with something that does. Like a quilt. She’s a smart gal, that’s why Boboni and I stick with her. We’re smart dudes and that’s why she sticks with us.

Hope you’re having a swell time and staying safe during high voltage events!