Dear Daisy Mae,
We heard there’s a new channel called Dog TV but our Mom and Dad haven’t gotten it yet. This means that when a TV in our house is on, it’s beyond boring except when that dog’s on yelling about Bacon, Bacon, Bacon. Our folks are otherwise very nice to us but we cannot figure out how to ask them to get Dog TV. Can you help?
Mitzi and Mackie
Dear Daisy Mae,
I’m writing to spill your greatest secret and to tell your vast readership how you came to be with your Mom and Dad. It was because of me!
You probably don’t know that your Mom and Dad actually babysat me one night when I was just a puppy and my folks had to go out for some obscure reason. (You may have noticed that we live in the same building.)
Naturally, your Mom fell in love with me right off the bat!
The next thing anybody knew, your Mom was calling my Mom and asking if she could come up stairs to visit … me! One thing led to another and your Mom was calling our breeder, Mary Ann Macgregor of Hearthside in Missouri – wherever that is – and looking at you online.
A few days later, my Mom and your Mom and Dad and some other guy went to the airport in Miami to pick you up. I was soooo impressed that you made the trip all by your lonesome. You were 8 weeks old and far too cute. You still are, just not as cute as I am.
Are you ready for the big secret? Your original name isn’t Daisy Mae at all. It’s Donna! At least it was for your first 8 weeks.
The other secret is that Jack the manager of our building, snuggles you every time he sees you, but he snuggles me, too.
Congratulations on your website, Facebook page and Twitter feed. I’m a big fan, or at least I would be if I knew how to get online.
P.S. Want another secret? We’re half-sisters.