I’ve been lying low since day three of the “garage sale.” Mom and grams got dad involved in their illicit activity. Saturday morning, dad gets up early and says he’s going out for a 5k run! 5k can mean only one thing, I’ve watched Miami CSI!, 5 kilos of who knows what! After the “garage sale” was over, I heard grams tell mom she was taking all her “stuff” and going home. Now I know from my police experience, watching COPS, “stuff” can be code for just about anything! Later, just before grams was taking her “stuff” home, they were both in the kitchen, counting what appeared to be a whole lot of money! Then dad walked in, he was all sweaty and had a number pinned to his shirt! The cops must of busted him with the 5 keys, but dad, being ever cunning, escaped while they were trying to take his picture! Poor guy, it looked like he had run at least 3.1 miles! I had to take action, to save mom, and now dad, from all of grams “stuff“, but what’s a law shitzu to do? I thought about tripping the ringleader on her way out the door, but she picked just the right moment to leave, I had decided to take a nap. When I awoke, Ma Barker was gone. Then I heard mom say something which I thought was going to make me sick. Dad was trying to talk some sense into the woman, he said “why don’t you just throw the rest of your “stuff” into a dumpster and be rid of it!” Good thinking dad, get mom off the “stuff” and dispose of the evidence all at the same time. Then mom says, “no, I’ll just take the “stuff” to goodwill, I’m sure some kids could get some use out of it.” Having a meth lab in a garage all week with your mom is one thing, but now you’re going to get the kids hooked by some pusher named goodwill? I need to be quick and decisive to stop mom from spreading this “stuff” all over town, but first, I think I’ll take a nap,