i live with idiots . . .

. . . specifically lindy. seriously, i'm not sure how she's related to me. sometimes her stupidity is off the charts.

momma took us to our favorite field on sunday - i love this place -- great smells, a little poop, and sometimes we find food that someone has dumped there. i don't care how much i've eaten, i luv finding and eating 10 day old moldy food in the field, although sometimes, later, it makes me feel a little pukey.

so, anyway, we're in the field and momma is paying way too much attention to lindy (whose name this week is "ding dong"). ding dong is very ocd about her ball - any ball, actually. if there's a ball nearby, ding dong cannot stop thinking about it. and sometimes, this causes her to forget to do stuff, like use the bathroom, or eat, or chase squirrels.

so, we're in the field and she's non-stop chasing the ball and all of a sudden, she remembers that she needs to go to the bathroom, so what does she do? she takes a shadoobie right on top of her ball! momma said she wasn't picking it up and tried to get ding dong to get it. but even ding dong, as retarded as she is, wouldn't touch the ball covered in pooh. we went back to the field last night; the pooh-covered ball is still there. i'm not touching it.

we put on quite the floor show for momma last night (see pic at the top). daddy is gone this week (i secretly love when he's gone cause momma pays more attention to us and we go for more walks).

i've decided to switch parties; i'm voting republican now. i love sarah palin and elephants. plus, that democratic donkey scares me - reminds me of buttercup (more on that later).

love and flowers,

daisy