. . . maybe because of the two dead mice in the garage, the pile of cat barf in the living room and three piles of pooh surprise in the back yard. what a way to start a morning!
i'm starting to become impervious (big word, huh? i'm reading the dictionary) to the daily grisly violence, like a policeman or a crap scene investigator. maybe uncle leo is in a 'mouse-a-day' club or something. or maybe he doesn't even want them and someone is trying to frame him! i'll have to keep a better watch and stop taking so many naps.
we met 3 dogs in the field of dreams (critter canyon) tonight. princess (stupid spaniel), grace (classy lab) and scout (who is the president's dog's cousin). uncle leo came with us and cried as usual. scout chased him into a tree and he didn't come out till we came back around. he does love his lindy (whose incessant talking is really starting to get on my nerves).
i think i'm a little crabby tonight cause daddy is never coming home and momma only gave us dry, stale food for dinner. um, where's my cheese?
sleepy now. good night.
daisy
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Poor Daisy. You should really tell the cats to be a little nicer to mama and stop bringing all the mice around. I'm sure she's quite grossed out by it!
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