mary mouse

has become a casualty here at the broyles/sanders house. the evil albino, uncle leo is to blame again.

lindy made a sign that i put outside the house; i sure hope mice can read.

momma is talking at us again; saying something about audrey taking us out earlier and how we don't need a third walk today. when momma gets like this, we just pretend we can't understand what she's saying. this is what it sounds like: "lindy, blah, blah, daisy, blah, out, blah, blah, blah, walk, blah, blah, daisy." momma doesn't know we have an extensive vocabulary and can actually understand all that she's saying. we just choose to ignore her when she's being a snarky witch. she did give us roasted chicken for dinner though. maybe i should be nicer to momma. nah; she needs to learn that i'm the most important thing in her life and she would be miserable if i left. really, i'm just saying.

today's resolution is to save the mice.

peace, love and chicken,

daisy d.