Chapter XIMy vengeful satisfaction was fleeting. As I drove toward the courthouse, I knew that my freedom could be fleeting as well. My heart pounded in my furry chest. As we pulled up to the Old Red Courthouse in my vintage Amphicar, Mariah gripped my paw tightly.
Moments later, I was seated in the courtroom with my defense team. Sensing my nervousness, Johnnie Cochran gave me a rub behind the ears. "Keep your head up, pug," he said. "We're gonna get through this." Soon, the jurors filed into the courtroom, giving me uneasy looks as they took their places. My mind raced. I thought of all the hit songs I might never get to rap, all the panties I might never get to chew. Then my wandering mind snapped back to the courtroom.
"Yes, your honor. We the jury find the defendant guilty of grand panty larceny."
I was taken into custody, and my defense team began preparations for the sentencing phase of my trial. Although Johnnie had failed to secure my freedom, he did have one last stroke of genius. A week later, as the judge heard sentencing arguments, Johnnie persuaded him to convert my sentence to dog years. After my punishment was handed down, a pair of guards scooped me up and carried me away. My next stop would be the pound.
To be continued
8 comments:
Oh thank you Mugsy, I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to give us the next installment of this truely amazing story! I can't wait for the next one!
I am sorry you had to wait so long, Leslee. I know it must have been hard for you. Perhaps the wait for the next installment will be shorter, since I don't have to obtain the rights to any courtroom sketches.
p.s. -- Thanks for reading.
Orange is not your color, Mugsy. I, too, have been anxiously awaiting future installments of your biography. You are so fascinating!
PS. Thanks for wearing your party hat to my birthday!
Thanks for the update O Great Turbaned One.
I saw the Chapter XI and thought you were filing for bankruptcy there for a second.
No bankruptcy yet, Brandi, just the 11th installment of my biographical odyssey. Hopefully I will wrap it up before I forget what the correct Roman numeral is (what's 'C' again?)
I agree, JMG. I look much better in green or blue. I always wear my party hat for such joyous occasions.
You are most welcome, Oh Great Un-Turbaned Okie.
Brother Mugsy,
Uh, I've got some bad news, big guy. Johnny Cochran died...about a year ago.
J. B.
I know, J.B. It was a sad day when my old attorney passed away. This is part of my life's history -- the events that led up to my founding of Pug Life Ministries. The story begins in 2001. For previous installments, look in the right-hand rail.
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