Hello Folks! How are you doing? I got my computer stolen so i have not been on for awhile. How ya doing. Miss u! You guys need to comment on my blog! So,,,,, how u doing? Great? Good. Jimmy died so i am depressed. I gave up on pets and im moving to Kuwait! OHNO!!!! in trouble! rescue me. goodbye!

Just a few last words before I depart to buy my new puppy: There will NEVER be another Bobalicious. Ever. I miss him so much. I miss waking up to soft,warm licks and his big adorable eyes. I miss cuddling with him on my favorite chair, stroking his warm little body and watching his tiny teeth grasp the hard brown material of a pineapple rhine. Speaking of pineapples, I vowed the day Bobalicious died that I would never, as long I live, ever eat a pineapple. I hope everyone who reads this will make that same vow. I am NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT replacing Bobalicous by buying a new puppy, but you see I cannot live without a chihuahua in my life. Chihuahua’s make my life brighter and happier. I just love the breed. I will talk to you later with pics of my new puppy.

Me holding Bobalicious at Christmas time, the day he was born.

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Bobalicious looking up at the camera on one of our field trips to downtown Wahoo.

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Bobalicious on the beach of a lake near my apartment.

Bobalicious as a puppy, when I was visiting him because he was too young to come home with me.

I am writing to you from my living room. I am dressed in a pure black suit, for I have just attended Bobalicious’ funeral. All my pets were there, and for the occasion I bought them each their own Chanel black silk, hand made suits/dresses. 500 people attended the funeral, which includes family, friends, co-workers and animals. I, personally, was not in the mood to attend the after party, so I took my pets and myself home to sit in ourdark house, all alone, not speaking, not talking. Amerian told me the party was not fun at all and that I made a good decision not to go. These words did not comfort me in the least, although I appreciate Amerian’s effort. The following day, almost all of my friends came to my house to pay their respects. They brought food, their pets, and words of comfort.

As I write this my eyes begin to blurr, burn and sting. Pictures of my beloved Bobalicious fill my head. My hands begin to shake. Large coughs fill my chest and rid me of oxygen. As you can see, I am in a horrid condition and I feel the need to stop writing.

It has been two and a half months since Bobalicious’ death. It took me that long to get over it (as to be expected with a pet as wonderful as Bobalicious.) Anyway, I am currently about to fall apart and burst into tears by writing this, but I just quickly wanted to say that I hope you all will mourn for Bobalicious…I talked to the vets, and they said the cause of death was the pineapple rhines. I didn’t believe that at all. That’s all I wanted to say. Now I have to go and cry into the bathtub.

Ok, so I bet a bunch of you guys reading my blog wonder how I got so rich (I mean, how can I afford a five star hotel b-day party, a first class ticket there and back from Jamaica and a double deluxe suit in Jamaica’s second nicest hotel, or the third nicest hotel in all of the world.) Well, I won the lottery. Only kidding! Gosh, I am just so funny! Anyway, actually I really don’t have any money. You see, I put aside three fourths of my pay check from my job as a drive through clerk at McDonald’s for only my pets and their needs and desires. I don’t spend very much money on myself. The reason I have so much money to spoil my pet’s with is because I have been working as a drive through clerk at Mickie D’s since I was fifteen. And right now I am 57. Ya, I know, talk about commitement. That’s 42 years of working at a fast food chain on a busy highway in the middle of nowhere in a town that isn’t even on a map. Anyway enough of me bragging about my awesome job, let’s move on. Today we are probably just gonna hang out in the room, watching TV (the Doggy Tube for the pets and Jon adn Kate Plus Eight for me) and eating take-out Chinese from this place downstairs in the lobby. It’s delicious!!!! So…while the “kids” watch TV I’ll be blogging all through the night. Also, you won’t hear from me until we are back from the trip. We are going to be staying in the hotel for the entire trip. So see you later!

Love, Billy

Hi Folks,

We are at the Jamaica International Airport and we are having the time of our lives. I have even seriously conisdered staying here for the rest of our vacation. No joke. Anyway we decided not to. Bobalicious and  I really wanted to, but it was Jeff who perusaded us to go to our hotel instead. I will be back online in about an hour, when we arrive at our hotel and get all checked in. Some may say I am a freak about this blog, but I say no. I just love entertaining the public for the greater good, if you know what I mean

Love, Billy M. Boggle

Hiya Harry!

So I’m on the plane right now. I ordered us tickets for first class, three seats. One for me, one for Bobalicious and one for Jeff. We each ordered a cocunut soiflee and I ended up finishing Jeff’s and Bobalicious’ because they both told me they didn’t like them. Right now I feel a 35 pounds fatter. Ugh, soiflee really fills you up. Anyway, right now I think we are like three hours away if I heard the flight attendant correctly. We were flying from my hometown of Wahoo, Nebraska. Jeff and Bobalicious are singing to eachother right now. A few of the other first class passengers are complaining to me and the flight attendant about them being too loud but whatever. Who cares about those people? Not me. I’ll talk to you in three hours when we get to the Jamaica airport.

Dear Friends,

Hi all! Tomorrow we (me, Jeffery and Bobalicious) are going to Jamaica for our first ever vacation. I’m not taking my other 17 pets because a) they wouldn’t allow them all in the hotel, I asked and b) because I can’t fit them all in my special, hand made, pre-ordered, one of a kind pet carrier. (I got it in this really little, remote country that I don’t even know the name of. I don’t even know if it’s a legal country, now that I think of it. Oh, well. Anyway, we packed up our things three weeks in advance and we’re going for three days. I am gonna bring 6 carry-ons and 17 acutal suitcases. These are all for the three of us. I am bringing four laptops so I will be able to update this blog every day of the trip. Talk to you then!

Billy M. Boggle