Daisy here. My favorite thing to do? Hmm I got lots. I like to chase all the cats that live around here. I catch them every time too. Okay wanna know a secret? I have never caught one in my life. See, I'm real scared of them so I just pretend to run after them while Mom's lookin' so she'll think I'm big and bad, but then when she looks away I turn around rel fast and hide. I also love to eat and sleep and I do that a lot. I like visitin' my friends, both human, dog, and horse. I like takin' walks with Grandma and her friends and their dogs, or with Mom and her best friend and my boyfriend Moe the Brittany Spaniel. I also LOVE to play chase. I pick up a toy (it's even better if it's a sock or homework or somethin' that's not mine) and then I run around the house 'till someone chases me. That's real fun. I also like to sing with my mom. What's my favorite toy? Oh boy...I got quite a tearjerker story for yas, so grab those white things you hyoomins hold on your noses when you cry. My best non-living friend ever was Pink Bunny. Grandma bought Pink Bunny for me at Petco along with a bunch of toys before they adopted me, and yet when I got here Pink Bunny was the first toy I played with. She was a big pink bunny toy with a squeaker in her tummy. We would have conversations for hours, her squeakin' and me barkin'. I took real good care of her took her everywhere with me. I even carried her to bed at night. Now, I am not a "toys" kinda gal. I am known to shred anything. That's what toys are for, right? Well not Pink Bunny. I didn't shred Pink Bunny, no sir! She was my baby. Life was going good... 'till tragedy struck. Pink Bunny and I were outside playing in Mom's uncle's yard. He was cuttin' the grass with the loud scary chopper thing. I was hiding Pink Bunny under me so she wouldn't get scared, but then I saw a cat! I told Pink Bunny I'd be right back and I went after the cat. I sent him up a tree and then went to check on Pink Bunny. When I got back to where I had left her.... *whimper* sorry this is still a touchy subject for me... the loud grass chopper was gone and Pink Bunny was.... *HOOOOWL!* chopped! The chopper chopped my baby! *HOWL HOWL* Well this was very hard to share but I want all you doggies out there to 'member that you can't leave your toys inna way of the chopper or they'll be chopped up just like the grass. Pink Bunny and I grew up together until she had to go to the Bridge (she's there, right?) at the tender age of 8 months. Now I'm all sad and howly. I gotta go get kisses from my Mom. Seeya later!
Slobbery Kisses,
Daisy

P.S. This is Daisy's Mom. Poor Daisy is still shook up over the loss of dear Pink Bunny. If anyone ever sees a canvas pink stuffed bunny with a squeaker in the tummy anywhere, please tell us! Anyway, Daisy's new favorite toy is her bone. It's a hollow "cattle leg bone" as it's called, and it was sterilized and stuffed with some stuff that's supposed to be peanut butter flavored (maybe it tastes like it to dogs but I tried some and no WAY is that peanut butter!). She gnaws on that constantly and yet it withstands those teeth. It's the only thing that lasts longer than a week. That, and Pink Bunny Moment of silence for Pink Bunny everyone!!! *sniff sniff*



[This message has been edited by Daisy's Mom (edited March 08, 2001).]