Dear Readerz

It has been some time since I wroted in my blawg, but I has been verwy busy taken cares of my new sissy, Miss Daisy. Az you will bemember, she iz a survivor of a nasty Missouri puppy mill where she spended all her sweet life before reskew having babeez and living in a disgusting cage.

We iz so glads dat Daisy is now safe with us, eben do she iz still skitteryish much of the time.

Momma an’ me knowz Daisy iz getting betters about bein’ here wif us cause she now follows Momma ‘an me into the sun room and eben letz Momma lift her onto da phooton, whateber dats iz—alls I sees iz a sofa wif a funny cushion on it. But it looks most like a dog nest, so I likes it. Daisy stays on the phooton wif us an’ even snoozes.

Daisy also sleepz ons da bed wif us ebery nite. We thinks dat dat is verwy speshul. An’ seberal times she licked Momma’s fingers an’ eben twyed a fwisk wif me last night when I made a play bow and did my puppy wanna play squeaky bark dat dwives Momma nutz becaws she sez it iz too shrill, whateber dat meanz.

This week Daisy an’ Momma wents to da speshul vet eye doktor to has Daisy’s dwy eye examined. Daisy gots da dry eye in da nasty puppy mill where dey natcherly din’t do anyfing to helps any of da dogz or puppeez. Daisy’s dwy eye iz vewy bad but da special vet, Dr. Kelly, sez dat maybe dis new medikashun will help her eye to makes some teerz whitch it dozn’t do any of now.

Daisy was really good wif Dr. Kelly, who iz verwy gentle wif her. She letted her wash her eye an’ do tests and ebrything wifout any twoble. Just like she doz wif Momma.

I am taking “be good” lessens fwom Daisy, whitch Momma sez iz abowt time. I don’t unnerstand what she means cuz taking be-good lessons hadz nuffing to do wif time az far as I cans see. But maybe Momma an’ Daisy cans see farther than I cans so dat they sees a clock out there somewheres far away. I suppoze dat’s it, huh?

Anywayz Daisy is making gweat pawgress in alls thingies, including liking all da kookeez dats Momma gives to her an’ to me. I don’t like dat, but what cans I do? Momma iz da buyer of da kookeezs so I guesses dat she cans share dem wif bofe ov us, but I wishes den dat I waz an onlyiest dog again . . . well, not really. I loves Daisy an’ am so gladz dat god bwingered her to us. We iz verwy lucky dat iz for shure. An’ it just goez to show you dat prayerz iz answered for bofe Daisy an’ us.

Till nex time, dear Reederz,
Skeezix and hiz typer thingie whitch he likes cuz he cans talk wif it!!!!