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.