fatty, fat, fatterson . . .

that's our new name for lindy. she's so fat now, it makes her head look really tiny. daddy picked her up to weigh her the other day and she's gained 12 pounds since we've been in california. i'm gonna just start calling her 'piglet'. look at daddy's face in the picture; its like he's doing a squat/thrust move - heavy weight lifting, if you ask me.

cuda has been sleeping in the basket of napkins on the counter in the kitchen. we've known for a while that's where she's been making her bed, but daddy just found out. and man was he mad. he thought he chased her out of the house, but she just crawled under the bed in audrey's room to sleep in the luggage. daddy hates that too.

uncle leo is still taking his meds so that his stitched up side doesn't get infected (he still looks like frankenstein). but he pretends he's swallowing them, then spits them out. that's making daddy mad too. seems like everything we do lately makes daddy angry. he yelled at me the other day cause i came in the house after our walk in the rain. he didn't like me getting puddles of water all over the floor and on the couch. i guess he wanted me to get more wet. maybe daddy just needs more daisy love; that should make him smile.

momma dyed her hair this week to be my color. they say owners and their dogs sometimes look alike. momma is almost 70 now, and i think she looks a lot like me already, especially since her hair is daisy-colored now.

daddy is going on a diet since he had 175 donuts on monday. but this is bad news cause now daddy thinks we should all go on a diet. he's only giving us half cans of food for breakfast and only a half a cup of kibble for dinner. no cheese on top or nothin'. this is incredibly unfair. just cause daddy and lindy are porkers doesn't mean momma, audrey and i should suffer.

its almost valentine's day! i hope everyone will be my valentine.

love and heart-shaped boxes of chocolate,

xoxoxo,
daisy-daffodil-broyles