Poor Daisy

Yawn, hey Mom where did you go? Daisy and I were comfortable in your chair with you. 'Sides you know Daisy isn't feeling well. How would you like to scratch all day and all night? Oh, you're back. What is that? Oh, that little pink pill. Not for me...right? Oh , it's for Daisy, so she can relax and stop scratching. Poor kid. This is actually one time I feel sorry for her. I hate all those high weeds that Daisy hates so much. I hope she feels better soon.

Daisy What is this?

Hey Daisy, what did you do?

What do you mean, Lady? I did not do anything.

Yeah? So why is there a roll of toilet paper here under the bed? I crawled under here for some peace and quiet and I find this. What is Mom going to say?

Uh, well Lady, maybe she won't find it.

Daisy, you are nuts! Of course she will, now go put it back!

Lady, you know I can't do that. I don't have thumbs so I can't pick it up and put it back.

Ok, Daisy, just wait till Mom comes in here. Oops too late...