One of the things I was hoping I would get to do is have a road trip with my Mom and my Gram.   They have always dreamed of going to Maine, for some bizarre reason.    I just like road trips, and I'm really not particular as to where we wind up.  Gram and my Mom say it is very important when on a road trip to take along a lot of snacks and magazines.     They say a lot of funny stuff, like never wear polka dotted underwear and white pants, so I like to listen to their helpful hints when we are out driving.

But now I have decided that we all need to go to Vermont.     Vermont is sounding better and better to me, because not only would I have immediate access to the freshest batch of Wagatha's (Extraordinary Biscuits for Dogs) but I could see our friend Tracie Hotchner on a regular basis.

I am so excited I could just pee right here and now.    Our friend Tracie has a wonderful web-site which you can go and visit whenever you want to by asking your Mouse Person (see how I am remembering not to say Mouse Man any more, since someone told me the mouse might not like it) to go Meet Tracie

Before I tell you the exciting news that is so pee-worthy, here is the comment Auntie Tracie made about yesterday's Blogging

Darling Daisy - You cannot imagine how wide my smile was reading your blog entry today about DEEElicious Wagatha's biscuits. I knew you'd like them as a get well gift but you pretty much strong-armed me (and everybody else) to send you goodies by playing the "cancer card" rather shamelessly. I have to give you credit,you certainly are a girl who seizes opportunities. But I really didn't know you would love that THAT much or that they would perk up your appetite so brightly. I know that your clever Gram did pass along your charming blog entry to the very man who created heavenly Wagatha's biscuits, my friend Norman up here in beautiful Vermont. She may have learned a few tricks from you because I'll bet Norman will be so tickled pink by your lavish praise that he may just send you a whole bunch of those biscuits. which would be good for the rest of the dogs because if everybody has to be "tithed" from their tins to send some to you it could create some resentment. Norman doesn't know about your nasty tumor but I am going to whisper in his ear - he's a very big-hearted chap and I'll bet it will just melt his heart to hear that there is a pretty little bulldog with a tumor and a yearning for his goodies. I hate to get up your hopes prematurely, but I would say it's a good bet that planting yourself by the front door and waiting for the UPS truck is an excellent use of your time. I'd also like to say that I know some good literary agents and this blog of yours is just priceless when you're ready to turn it all into a book.
with love from your
Auntie Tracie

So do you think this will come true? Is it possible that the UPS man (who loves me by the way - but then again, who doesn't) will be coming to my home with a gift of Wagatha's? If so, I promise and cross my little heart (even though it isn't working well right now) that I will share with Bob, Scarlett and Rusty. They can each have one.

So, in addition to this exciting possibility, here is what else my Auntie Tracie told me:

Just wanted to share with you this incredible timing of your blog about Wagatha's - syncrhonicity is everything!! Just 15 minute before your blog came through, Norman, the co-owner, had called to say he wanted to be a sponsor of my website and the nutritional message I get out there. So today my webmaster is going to post your whole adorable blog on MY website with this to explain it:
 
Say hello to the newest sponsor of my website: WAGATHA'S, a great little private Vermont- based organic dog cookie company. I first met Norman, one of the co-owners, as he manned the table raising funds for a local dog park in Manchester. where his state-of-the-art baking facility is nestled in the mountains. I think the best way to introduce you to their dee-licious WAGATHA'S biscuits is to share with you the funniest most adorable blog on the planet (do sign up if you want to have some regular laugh-aloud moments) from a dog named (Princess) Daisy, who was recently diagnosed with a tumor. This presumptuous English Bulldog had written previously to tell everyone about the cancer and had made a shameless plea for gifts of treats, which is why I had dug deep in my "present closet" and sent her some amazing new biscuits called Pecks, Smooches & Nuzzles from The Honest Kitchen, along with the fetching little tin of Wagatha's treats. I had no idea she had gotten so hooked until I received the blog myself! Daisy's human is called Lydia Best, a pet-sitter I met several years ago at the Pet Sitters International conference, when I was giving a presentation - and Lydia's career has sky-rocketed parallel to my own. She has become such a successful and prolific pet sitter in Virginia (THOUSANDS of clients!!) that she was recently featured on a whole page of THE BARK magazine and she'll be on DOG TALK JULY 19th, so be sure to catch that show.

So my Blogging Business is going to be on Auntie Tracies web-site.
                                                   Oh, my, oh my, and for goodness sakes.  

Now all I  need to do is go on the Oprah Show and also get a book deal, and I'll be one Happy Princess.   And I am going to be so excited to listen to my Mom on the radio on July 19th.    I'll tell you more about that when the time comes a little closer so you won't forget about it.     

I only have one question.     Auntie Tracie?   Are you and my Mom going to talk about Bob, the cowardly pitbull? Because if you are, please don't say I think he is stupid.    I know that he really isn't the brightest bulb on the planet, but I wouldn't want anyone else to know what I think about him.     Remember, he is a good source of entertainment, if my Dad forgets to leave on Bravo or TLC, my two favorite channels next to Animal Planet, which of course I try to watch daily.

So lots of love and licks to my bestest Auntie Tracie, and to Norman, my new friend at Wagatha's.  In case you want to know here is what Miss Tracie looks like:  Isn't she just too cute for words.  And who is that lovely dog accompanying her in her photo?   She needs to hire Miss Bev, my other bestest friend to take some pictures for her and her pets.      I bet Miss Bev would go to Vermont and since she is also a Veterinarian and does Reiki too, she could be on Tracie's Radio Show also.    

I have so many plans.    I hope Dr. Tyrrell and his magic potions will help me because I have so much work to do around here.    And so much shopping to do.  And of course there is making time for my beauty sleep.
                              Isn't fame a wonderful thing?

Love from The Princess

Daisy