De Tortures Continue ...

Eet has been at least dos weeks now dat we have been forced to accommodate de Green Vine in our casa. It seems dat dis situation remaining is going to continue because Senora Mommie is looking to be mucho loving of de little vine. I, myself, have not made up myself's opinion. There is mucho to consider before accepting de little vine into de pack.

Although I, myself, am of gracious and bueno welcoming of de little vine, my beloved puta is not so bendable. Working against her favor was dat, due to the inclusion of de little vine into our pack, we all had to go to de Torture Laboratory for bodily inspections. I, myself, was not understanding why we were inspected since we have been here and we have done nothing to alter what we are since our last inspection. But Senior Roberto and Senora Mommie strapped de torture devices onto us and put us in de rolling box and we all went to de Torture Laboratory. I, myself, could smell de vapor of it before arriving. I, myself, was left at de Torture Laboratory one day many years ago and somehow lost my cahones. I, myself, am never wanting to go to dis place. At least dis time, I , myself, was not de only one going.

There was a small commotion outside de Torture Laboratory as my beloved puta, overcome with fear, attempted to escape from her torture devices and gallop back to de casa. Everyone held their breathing as she darted into de road like a speedy gazelle, her beautiful long legs carrying her across de black roadway in between so many rolling boxes. Eventually she returned and Senora Mommie and Senor Roberto were able to herd all of us into de front doors.

We all went into a small, warm room to await de tortures to begin. I, myself, was chosen first as is my rank in de pack. I suffered de ministrations of Senora Mommie and de torture peoples as they felt over myself's body and looked into myself's bodily openings. It was with wounded dignity dat I, myself, endured de poopie probing. It is a mystery to myself what they are attempting to accomplish in de poopie probing. It is so undignified. Once de torture peoples were finished, Senora Mommie quickly carried me back outside to de rolling box and locked me in. I, myself, was relieved to have left de Torture Laboratory with all de bodily parts I had when I, myself, went in there just a few short minutes ago.

I, myself, can only assume dat my beloved puta and de little green vine are going to be tortured also. I, myself, cast blame upon de green vine for bringing dis torture upon us and will be speaking to my beloved puta as to whether or not we should allow de green vine to stay if dis is de kind of treatment her presence requires. Although I, myself, love Senora Mommie and want to stay at de casa, I, myself, will not be allowing any more poopie probing for de sake of de green vine.

Adios