we got popped by the po-po

momma left us by ourselves with daddy last weekend so we could have some quality bonding time. daddy is way more awesome than momma. she should leave town every weekend.

when she got back from her trip, she took us to the baseball fields for some rollin' in the grass and some belly rubbin'. while we were playing, some guy hopped out of his truck and walked over to us. at first, we thought he was just a nice man who wanted to pet us and admire our beauty. so we ran up to him and smiled and licked his knees and begged for a pat. but turns out he was the dog police! he said momma had to put us on our leashes or he'd give us a ticket. he said people had complained about us running wild when there was a playground so close and little kids around -- REALLY? US? we're harmless! we love knee-biters (toddlers) cause their faces are right next to ours and they love sloppy dog kisses. some even like a good whack in the face with our tails. i'm just sayin'. but he made momma chain us back up like bad dogs even though we're not and said he'd be watching. we never got busted by the dog po-po in texas. i miss texas. california people are crazy.

momma's friend, joe friday (really), said she couldn't read my diary if i keep putting pictures of dead stuff on it, so i won't this week. i'll just give the running total of slayings by our lovable feline killers: 3 birds, 2 bunnies, 6 lizards, 3 rats, 2 mouse heads and some intestines.

gotta run; its time for my mid-late morning nap.

have a handcuff free day,

love,

daisy