Jojo & Lambo Days

In Miami, everyone has a Lambo, but not everyone has a Jojo, and only Jojo & Lambo have a Jojo & Lambo, and every damned dog day in this crazy place is a Jojo & Lambo day, every mad dash day of barking at babes on 195 in traffic jams is a page from Go Dog Go The rest can rent and flex—Jojo & Lambo's bones are paid in full, flaunting real fly coats all summer long, the iciest coldest K9's freezing the baddies at the dog park and saving them from exposure to their own elements with every lazy stare and wet lapping kiss, the boys play the field, shake &: feint, the Lassies swoon and faint, flop-eared boys howling at the moon....and the moon howls back and they say "Damned right" Lift their leg and mark this whole city when they want to make it rain, and the streets stay in line lest they make it flood, let a copper say something when they cruise through the neighborhood in a Chevy on 26's, candy paint, no plates, wood grain wheel in paw, fuzzy dice that squeak like mice hanging from the rearview they never use. Thought they'd drive a Lambo? Not real Miami royalty, tricked out homeboys—Keep the kibbles and bits out of their faces, Jojo & Lambo eat steaks and sign checks, make moves in silence and live better than ya'll, straight thriving, drinking water and taking naps! Get pets from the organic girlies at farmer's markets! Babyboys with their own carriage like it's the 90's...the 1790's! Keep up little woof