Daisy here. Mom wants me to say that I am a very spoiled girl and you will agree after reading my story. I do not think I am! I have a rought life. On weekdays, my poor Mom has to get up at 5:45. Poor me too, 'cuz I sleep with her and I have to hear her darn clock. That alarm clock starts screamin', and I moan and cry until she shuts it off. She laughs and says, "Oh yes Daisy, your life is so bad, huh?" I don't know why she laughs, it's true! Then she gets up and tucks me in good, and says, "You all comfy cozy?" I do a big sigh and then she goes to get ready for school. I go right back to sleep but she comes in again every morning to kiss my nose before she leaves. I am usually only half awake when she does this. I wander out of bed around 9. I sit at the door until Gramma sees me. Then she puts my collar on (Mom takes it off at night 'cuz she thinks it hurts me when I sleep) and lets me outside. I bark at cats and trees and the horses next door, and if I am lucky, the UPS guy. There are 3 that come. Two of 'em like me and pet me but the other one jumps on the hood of his truck, screamin'. It's great fun! I never get to be outside when he comes anymore though, 'cuz he told my Mom to keep me inside on days he comes. He called me dangerous. What a whimp. Anyway, then I go inside and eat my breakfast while Gramma sits at the counter readin' her paper. Then she goes to help Grandpa get ready and they come two hours later. I pass that time by eatin' my lunch, chewin' my bone under the fooz ball table, and sleepin' in the red recliner chair. I also like to sleep on top of two couches that are back to back. That way I can see out the windows to protect the family. I eat my lunch then too. When they come down I sit at Grandpa's wheelchair and make him pet me. When he stops, I cry and nudge him until he pets me again. He gets pretty tired of that, so Gramma makes me go play outside. That's not so bad, 'specially if my friends are visitin', like Lucky the Springer Spaniel. Then we play all afternoon. At 2:10 I stop whatever I am doing and I sit on the porch, not moving. That's 'cuz my Mom's comin' home! At about 2:11 she walks up the driveway and I get all excited, cryin' and wigglin' my butt until she gets up the steps. Then we fall down on the porch and I give her tons of puppy kisses. If it's not winter, we go for a walk with Mom's best friend Courtney and her dog, my boyfriend Moe. He's a Brittany Spaniel and VERY good looking too. Then we go home and I sleep while Mom does her homework. When she is done I make her play chase with me, and when her sisters get home there are even more people to play with. I play and sleep and eat for the rest of the night. When my family eats dinner, I sit underneath Mom's chair 'cuz she sneaks me goodies, even though Gramma gets mad and yells, "Look at that dog beg!" I do not BEG, I sit and look up at Mom with my big brown eyes. It's not MY fault she can;'t say no to them. Around 9 I get sleepy, and I go curl up on the couch. When Mom's ready for bed, she takes off my collar and picks me up and carries me upstairs to bed. She complains about this and has tried to give it up since she told me I weigh more than half of what she does, but if she doesn't carry me up those 15 stairs, I sit at the bottom crying all night. (Mom said to say SPOILED!). She puts me in her bed and always lays me on my own pillow. When she comes back from brushin' her teeth, I am always on her pillow and she doesn't even bother tryin' to move me. She always lays half on, half off the bed. So that's my day! I guess it's alright... but me? Spoiled? Ha!