How is your week going so far?
Bruce, Daisy and I were out on a walk the other day,
when Daisy suddenly spotted a large area of dirt.
Daisy couldn't resist. She had to make a mess
in this dirt. It was now or never.
"I don't really see any dirt. Oh you mean this
stuff on my feet? That's not dirt. I think you might
be seeing things. Speaking of dirt, you have some crumbs
on your face. I'm offended you didn't share your snack with me.
You're making this about me and my feet, but the problem here
is that you don't share all your snacks with me.
That's a problem. You have a snack sharing problem."
"I told Daisy it wasn't a good idea to play in that dirt. I was like,
Daisy, you are going to smell like poo if you take a bath
in that dirt. I've seen a lot of cat poop in that dirt. I would
never bathe in dirt mixed with cat poo. Do you see
this man pug face? This is the face of an angel."
"Can you make me some mash potatoes and gravy
before you run my bath? Mash potatoes
and gravy now!"
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4 comments:
since the draught our back yard is no longer covered in grass, it is now called a dirtyard...we often kick up so much dirt when we are all out playing that mom says i am gray and not black when i come in from playing...this often leads to a spit bath...ewwwwww....
roll on!
stella rose
Daisy,
It's so sad when humans don't admit to our own problems, huh? So do we get to see bath pics next time? ;-)
Love,
Christy
Did you get your bath cutie pie?
love
tweedles
I enjoyed reading thiis
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