In Pursuit of Love

My name is Mojo Jojo You may find it strange but I am a dog writing this article. Yes, a full grown pug. My name is Mojo Jojo, and bitches love my name, I mean the other female dogs. Usually I would write interesting things like how I stared at the wall all day and I almost caught my tail today, but I wanted to talk about my owners. Rana and Sheetal. I am talking about them because they forgot to feed me yesterday.  It began last night when they were watching television and this old wrinkled lady came on the screen and talked about women rights and feminism. I didn't understood much but, I could see that Sheetal was not happy. Rana made a joke about how all feminist are also unattractive lesbians. I barked and laughed, but I didn't get the joke. This led to an argument between these them, and Rana slept with me in the other room.

Most women own a pair of Black High heels When I asked few of my female friends, why girls buy so many shoes? The answers I received left me scratching my temple. Few of the replies that I got were: “ Everyone has different reasons.” “The dress should match the shoes, and the other way around.” “Because we loooooooovvvvvve Shooooooeeeesssssss.” “Accessories can make a colored top look amazing, and gives variation to eyesight.” “I buy them when I feel sad.” And the best answer that I got was: “I am shifting to my new place, and two cartons are full of shoes.” When I asked again about my question, I got pictures of those cartons.  So the conclusion I came upon was that it makes them happy. But, I was still left with the question as to how those things that we wear on our feet can make a human being happy?