lunch?

i just found out yesterday that there is this OTHER meal called LUNCH that no one has ever told me about. for the entire 11 years of my life, there's been something called LUNCH that i've never gotten to experience. i need to make up for lost time. momma is in some serious trouble.

ode to lunch
lunch, where have you been?
a mid-day snack would be nice
i'm wasting away

daddy left us again the other day with a whole lot of bags. i think he's gonna be gone for a long time. he was crying when he said good bye (to us; not momma). not sure why he is so sad. we'll be here when he gets back. since he's been gone though, momma has been really nice. we had fried eggs for dinner one night (eggs make smelly farts though). then we had hamburgers the next day. today we had a really long walk through critter canyon then around the lake where all the ducks are. lindy wants to jump in the lake so bad, but momma won't let her. i want absolutely nothing to do with that lake. in case you don't know, a lake is just a huge, huge, huge, puddle of water. swimming is not my thing; it gives me that wet dog smell.

i have a confession to make -- i actually don't know how to type. well, i could type, but my paws don't work that way. so for the last two years in writing this blog, i've actually had to tell momma what to type -- yes, i CAN talk and read, i just can't type. momma said she'd let me type this once so you can see what happens when i do:

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LASLKJDSGPOUEOITJ3O;[PGOSUAOSDJjdspoiudsojpoeto[yt;iousa9u;poi6jespo9dsjuoejoieq5o9e

in case you can't read that, it says:

"i'm pooped from our long walk and could use a sausage omelette and a pancake."

i DO kind of like commanding momma what to write and having her do it; its like i'm the boss and she has to do what i say. "momma, you may now refer to me as 'miss daisy, the queen'."

we had to go to the doctor the other day too. he felt me in places he really shouldn't have. he told momma that i have a little fat pocket on my left side. that was not a very nice thing to say about a woman in her 70's. i tried to bite him, but daddy held me back.

momma says i'm not the boss of her anymore today, so i have to go. its time for a nap anyway.

love and love and love,

daisy daffodil