Pepito

My family has a new pet; his name is Pepito (little Petey). He’s a deer. He likes to eat carrots and the cuyes are afraid of him. He stays tied up in our ity bity back yard and hangs out all day. He’s got a red bandana around his neck a little horns, I think I’m going to paint his nose red and call him Rudolph.

My dad says he’s real “mal creado” (bad behaved) because he tries to attack people as they walk by. Personally I think he likes me, maybe because I’m gringa. He hasn’t been eating very much so my dad decided to take him up to Cruz Pampa where he could graze in the fields. (Hmmm, maybe like a deer should instead of tied up in my back yard?). Well, this same day, my dad decided to spend the majority of the day drinking so by the time he came home with the deer my dad was plastered and he walked Pepito straight into the kitchen to eat his dinner. I had just cooked Pizza and chocolate chip cookies for my family. My dad insisted that I had to feed Pepito my pizza. I think NOT!