“Over emotional that’s Tony’s trouble, know wot I’m sayin’? That way since Ray left us – leaving me with a broken jaw and deserting his kid to boot. Weren’t just the drink. No work, no prospects, no hope s’pose.
Still, Tony missed his dad so much I didn’t know wot to do until I got the first bright idea in me life: got him a dog from the rescue shelter, didn’t I? That’s right, Missy Biscuits.
Australian Shepherd – that’s wot the shelter told us, anyways. Tony loves her. And she loves Tony well enough for a dog, know wot I’m sayin’?”