Dear Readers

My worries are multiplying . . . but so is my excitement! I heard Momma talking on the phone this afternoon while she must have thought I was asleep on the couch beside her. But I was secretly listening with those big cardi ears of mine . . . here's what I heard . . . she was talking to someone named Ann about someone named Daisy . . . and about going to see Ann and Daisy this coming Sunday . . . Ann and Daisy live on a farm.

I am thinking that Momma is going to bring me home a surprise, but it's not a puppy. It's a GIRL and she's a PEM!!! wooo hoooooo! I've heard lots about pems but I've never met one myself. This Daisy evidently is a rescue, and I think I'm beginning to get a notion of what kind of life Daisy led until about 3 months ago. She was in a (pardon my language) %$@#(U_)&!%^*&)*(^%%$%$@#%& puppy mill being a momma in a teeny cage . . . . oh, I can't go on, except to say that Daisy and a number of other corgwn and a total of 60+ sweet spirits were brought out of their hell to safety. It's too, too horrible.

So anyways, Momma and me are going to have a sweet lady pem in our house to love and help learn that life with humans can be real good . . . I'm going to tell her that a lot.

I didn't think I would want to have a sister, but then I remember how much I loved my Emily and how much she loved me. I know that I will love Daisy too . . . I hope she will understand what it means to be loved and to be in your forever home. That is what I want to help her to learn.

It makes me cry, an' Momma too . . . but it will be a blessng as much for us as it will be for Miss Daisy.

Now I gots to quit writing or I will snizzle all over Momma's typer thingie.

Skeezix, the soon-to-be brother to Miss Daisy