#Frankensmack

I thought it’d be the perfect present.

Lizzie had to beg for Rex. Even though she’s older than me, Mom said Lizzie couldn’t handle it: feeding, walking, poop-scooping. But Lizzie didn’t give up. And she and Rex loved each other. Then he got hit.

So I gave her a better puppy. He’s slower than Rex 1, he drools a lot, and his bark sounds like snurf. But he’s fluffy and bouncy when I unhook the electrodes. He still loves her, I can tell.

But Lizzie doesn’t love him now. She won’t stop screaming.

Mom looks like thunder.

I’ll fix it.