A DOG INHERITS $12M!!

A dog in my little village is as good as barking at night especially when my neighbuours’ barks. In New York, a dog is as good as $12m.

“New York’s “Queen of Mean” (Helmsley) has left her pet dog in the lap of luxury with a $12 million inheritance – more than she bequeathed her human descendants after her death.”

Helmsley was mean to the extent that her two grandchildren got nothing.

You may all have to excuse my temper should I at any moment over react. First observation; that’s madness.

People have made abnormal fortunes and I have no right questioning how they spend them. Typical of the western world, they give money to charities which fairly are in a better shape than one would for example, think of an African country.

A dog, cannot cook, shop, do laundry, strike a business deal, withdraw money, drive, and etcetera.

So, $12m madly rich? What is this dog going do with the inheritance? By the way the beloved fluffy white Maltese bitch is called; Trouble.

Besides injecting such annoying inheritance figures, she ordered the dog to be buried next to her on occurrence that it died.

“I direct that when my dog, Trouble, dies, her remains shall be buried next to my remains in the Helmsley Mausoleum,” she wrote in her will, the Times reports.

Her addiction for Trouble was so stretched that Helmsley even shared her double king-size bed with Trouble, and lots of kisses.

Zamfira Sfara, a former housekeeper says, “Helmsley would lick the dog tongue to tongue, "It was unnatural. It was unhealthy."

Griiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssh!! I cannot imagine dipping my mouth into Harambe’s unmatched teeth and floppy tongue. Harambe is my village night-watcher.

Sometimes I wish the Helmsley types were my village citizens, they would have got tired of lashes.

Loyalty to customary guidelines is mandate and such nonsense surely would have been dealt with not by courts of laws but a little injection of lashes.

Trouble had a five star Hotel chef. One who made sure the bitch ate in time and of course with up to date dishes.

While that position looked ridiculous especially when doing it for a dog, the Chef had something to smile about, bagging $100.000 after the boss’ death.

Trouble is facing trouble. Death threats have been roaming all over the dogs’ life and prompting a secret transfer aboard a jet and now on guard for 24/7.

Whatever is going on in the west? ; I just cannot tell. Thank God our African dogs know their duties.

Bark at the sight of a strange face, bite of necessary. Patiently lay head down beneath the table waiting for bones. Sniff every little rat when we go hunting. And most importantly help me chase after chicken when someone like Pamela-Jaybabe-Gerald stops for a rare visit.