February 21, 2006
My Dog Can Type
My parents have a HUGE 90-year old house and a HUGE yard on a double lot, and they like dogs who follow the command "Other room!" So whenever we go outta town, that's where Daisy stays. One time, Daisy was there for a week, and she literally got tendonitis in her leg from all the exercise she got running around their immense property. That ought to tell you something about our lifestyle right there.
Now, when Billi and Older Sister and I were little and my folks went outta town or had a party that necessitated police involvement (not exaggerating!), we'd often stay with Mom's folks. My grandparents took us, my folks take Daisy -- it's the Circle of Life right here in my blog, folks.
And my Gramma would always have us write down what we did each day to give to Mom and Dad when they picked us up. Stuff like "Blew bubbles in the yard," or "Played kickball with Grampa," or "Played Crazy 8's." Oh my God. I just realized. Gramma J. was my first blogging influence. That's... surreal.
Anyhoo, Husband and I went outta town for Valentine's last weekend, and Daisy, again, stayed with my folks. And Mom had Daisy keep a blog of what she did all weekend. This is the email I got from my dog:
Dear Mom and Daddy:I am having a great time and no one here has dared give me "people " food. I gobble up my own food and drink lots of water and Grandpa has taken me out at least 35 times since Friday. I think Grammy will suffer a kiniption soon. I have fun with him. I just dance around him and he, quick, takes me out. What a sucker!! Grandma is kind and gentle with me, but doesn't spoil me, Phooey.
I really didn't like taking those pills, and after a while, Grandpa stuck it in a tiny bit of liver sausage -- he tricked me!
I don't play much with my squeeky squirrel, but Grammy loves it. She's wondering if it escaped from Cartwrights'.Well, I shall now go down to Grandpa's secret hideout, a/k/a the basement, while Grammy tucks herself in.
They don't sing in choir tomorrow (Sun) but Gram will go to church and hear Kathie talk at the Adult Ed program and Grampy and I shall frolick around the house until she returns.
WOOF--WOOF-------BOW-----BOW. Daisy.
She and I are going to have a serious talk about grammar.
"No, no, Daisy! No run-on sentences! Where's your commas? Go get your commas! Good dog!"
Comments
OK All squirels are accounted for!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: garrance at February 21, 2006 07:59 PM
You're right. She did much better in your family Christmas letter this year. But I'd chalk it up to it being just a quick friendly e-mail, versus a real letter. No need to take her to Sylvan Learning Center. Yet.
Posted by: Marty at February 21, 2006 11:07 PM
Maybe she didn't have time to proof it?
Posted by: Queen of Ass at February 22, 2006 01:42 PM