Hey there. It’s me, Thunder,(Gregg & Christy’s dog). Most of
you refer to me as their ‘Kid’. That’s fine
with me. God knows I’m called worse around here. Stink Doggy Dog, Fuckstick and
Stupid are the most common names I hear. Anyway you gotta trust me, they
shouldn’t be allowed to raise children. I know last year’s newsletter got them
in all kinds of trouble because they joked about having a baby. Therefore I
have to write this stupid letter. I heard Gregg
say he wanted to write that they did have a baby this year. Then tell everyone
they sold it on the black market because white babies will get you a lot of
money. “ Why not? Since everyone believes all this dumb bullshit anyway!” was
his exact quote. So now you get a dog’s eye view of Gregg
and Chrissy’s year.
January- It’s my favorite time of the year. It’s cold and
snowy. G & C went skiing with their friends. It is something they do every
year in January.
February- Valentines Day. Definitely the biggest holiday
in this house. There is so much love here, HaHaHa- sorry I don’t know how to
duplicate dog laughter. I’m not sure but I think they gave each other a card. I
got shit. Sorry about the language, but you live with Chrissy, you learn to
talk like her. They saw The Time in concert. Chris tried to teach Gregg to dance. He is one stiff suburban white boy
with no trace of rhythm. I laughed so hard that I had to run into the yard to
relieve myself.
March- Gregg ’s
hockey team won the Check League Championship. The other team he plays for,
Tony’s team, also won the championship. Now I have a point to make. He calls me
Stink Dog all the time. Have any of you smelled that hockey equipment bag of
his? People in glass houses, you know the rest. I’ll get off my soap box….where
was I , oh yea March. In one weekend Gregg
went to 3 concerts, Spacehog, Material Issue and Steve Earle. That means I have
to listen to him butchering songs with the stereo blasting. Since he added
speakers to the basement there is nowhere to hide.
April- You know you’re getting old and washed up when
you go to weddings of your friends’ children. G & C went to Angie Twardy’s
wedding. The whole affair was fun. But the two of them moped around for weeks
because “We are old now!”. Psst. I heard a rumor that the conversation around
their table was about all the fun they used to have. HaHaHa. You see dogs don’t
live long enough to remember the ‘Good Old Days’.
Summer- It is easier to lump May thru August together. G
& C went to the K.C. Zoo , Coastermania at Cedar Point, Cleveland Zoo,
Geauga Lake Amusement park, Columbus Zoo, Americana, Kings Island and of course
NYC. Gregg and Jimmy went to their
11th straight Indy 500.(I wonder how much fun it would be to hang my
head out of an Indy car. Drool flying at 230MPH could probably cause severe
damage.) Grandpa Ott, Ma & Pa Ott came out for Jeff and Patty’s Wedding in
June. It’s always fun to have new crotches to sniff. Gregg ’s
brother George came out 3 times this year. Twice for work and once for vacation
in August. The August visit is when they went canoeing at Turkey Run. Georgie
and Scottie proclaimed to be Lewis and Clark when they set out down the river.
After hitting every rock and traveling sideways through all the rapids, Gregg said they were more like Lois and Clark.
Summer concerts included the Bodeans, Afghan Whigs, Cracker, No Doubt and
Everclear. G & C spent all summer staining their new windows which finally
were installed after many long delays. All in all, they must have had fun, but
I was left home with strangers all summer.
September- Left home again. This time they went to Cali
October- In an effort to expand their small cultural
base, G & C took in their second play of the year ( I heard they saw Sunset
Blvd. on Broadway). Jim and Debbie, personally one of my favorite people to
sniff, went to see Smokey Joe’s Café at the Schubert Theater. I think I would
have gone but the cheap bastards bought seats way up in the balcony and I
didn’t want to climb all those stairs.
November- Yet another birthday for that fat bastard, Gregg . On a personal note, I know he calls me
FATBOY. Apparently he thinks I don’t see him suck in his gut to button those
jeans every morning. Anyway Georgie came to town for his third visit of the
year. He and Gregg saw the
Lemonheads at the Metro. The next night along with Chrissy, Scottie and Steve (Gregg ’s favorite concert going buddy, since no one
his age will go to shows with him), they saw the Mighty, Mighty Bosstones. It
was a sweat drenched night in the mosh pit with the guys trying to control
Chrissy. Thanksgiving dinner was held at our house this year. Chrissy did a
great job. And since her mom was here to provide help, I got all kinds of goodies.
December- Gregg
complains to Chris that he doesn’t want to do a newsletter this year. That is
why I have helped the poor boy out. He isn’t that bad an owner. He does play
with me every day after work and takes me in the car whenever he has some
running around to do. I worry about him though, he sure seems jealous that I
can lick my genitals. I’d better clean the drool off his keyboard. The only
thing he loves more than his music collection is this computer. Which reminds
me I’d better erase those JPEGS of that cute poodle I got off the Internet. By
the way, you can check out Gregg ’s
Internet site at http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/5484.
All of us here wish you a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a GREAT 1997!
Thunder
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