when "stinky-cheese-it" (our name for lindy this week) and daddy and i went for a walk in critter canyon in last night in the dark, i kind of got lost. i was sniffing somebody's pee in the bushes and lost track of time. when i looked around, i didn't see daddy and stinky. so, i went back to my pee-sniffing in the bushes. then i saw daddy running toward home and i started to follow him. i was saying - daddy, daddy, pant...pant..., daddy, wait up, pant ..., pant..., daddy, pant..., wait up, pant, pant... , where's lindy? i can't run so fast. i'm 70 for goodness sake. finally, daddy looked around when he heard the heavy breathing and it wasn't daddy! the stranger man gave me a funny look, patted me on the head and ran off. i realized i was all alone in the dark and wasn't really sure where home was when these nice people in a car pulled over to assist me in my troubles. their car smelled like cheeseburgers and they asked me if i was lost. i said yes, yes, yes - do you have any bacon or something covered in cheese? just as i was hopping into their car, i saw daddy and stinky-cheese coming up the trail yelling at me. i pretended i didn't know who they were and jumped into the burger shack on wheels anyway. but daddy stopped the nice people from taking me to a better life. such a shame; this incredible missed opportunity of freedom and endless meat patties.
today i had a fight with a big furry black dog named cane (um, what? - another stupid dog name). he obviously didn't know i'm the queen of the field of candy wrapper dreams. i put him in his place though; he realized that he was in the presence of greatness and bowed to my royal hiney.
i have to go now; american idol is on and i love the guy from cool, texas - that's where i was born.
xoxoxo and cheese covered ballads,
daisy d. b.
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