
He must live in echo park.
Whistle or whine while you work... mommie took me to work to hang out with my pal oscar. For some reason, she left for lunch and even oscar's relentless disctractions can't take the blues away.
The man in the brown uniform knows mommie by her first name. He drives a big, brown truck and brings boxes to the front porch. he is a very nice man. Lately, some of these boxes have been filled with french bulldog figurines. Mommie loves her bric a brac but i wish she would spend more time with me than on Ebay looking for statues of me. Nothing beats the real thing, baby.



