Do you know that old saying: "If dreams were like wishes, bones would rain from the sky"   I always liked that.  I dream about bones raining down on Bob all of the time.   The big hard ones.   Right on his dopey little head.

Oops.   Sorry.    I have been promising my Auntie Tracey that I won't say stuff like that about poor little Baby Bob any longer.    Just like I stopped using the phrase Mouse Man and started to use Mouse Person, I will start being nicer to Bob.   Or not.

In any event, here is what the wonderful owner of Wagatha's Bakery, wrote to me (his name is Norman)

Dear Daisy;
What can I say but... the biscuits are on the way...
Not to confuse you but, please don't wait for the guy in brown as we use the guy in blue (FedEx).
Goes well with the blue state... Vermont! Enjoy, get well, wag!

So my shameless begging has once again paid off.     I really don't think there is anything wrong with shameless begging, do you?   And besides if all I want for breakfast is Wagatha's Breakfast Biscuits, then as it should be, that is what I will get.  And besides.   The best thing about eating biscuits for breakfast is that one can lay in bed and do it.      And that is exactly what I, Daisy, The Princess, am doing these days.     I encourage you to at least try this move and see if your parents will go for it.

And of course, my Auntie Tracie had a lot to say on the subject of the fine State of Vermont, so I'll let you read her comments:

Oh Daisy dear, you do have a way with words!

You are so right - why would your people want to do something bizarre like visit Maine when Vermont has Wagatha's in it? Another great thing about Vermont is all those rules like no wearing white shoes before Memorial Day or your very good point about avoiding polka dot panties with white pants do NOT apply in Vermont! Anything goes! Nobody cares a whit - after all, it's a state with three cows for every human and you know how lax bovines are about their accessories.

Anyway, I digress. This is really by way of saying that we would ADORE to have to you come on up here. And your ploy worked like a dream! Your larder is about to be refilled (and you MUST keep the promise about sharing a few biscuits with dear saintly Bob). You are not one for a subtle hint, are you little Bully girl? Your New Best Friend Norman at Wagatha's has already asked me for your mailing address (can you have your Gram send it to him -Norman@Wagathas.com? You say she isn't always a great secretary but I have faith in her skills, given the promise of the UPS man putting that address to good use to put a smile on your face). I also betcha that Norman will give you a personal tour (like he did me) of his beautiful little factory where you watch the biscuits bake in the shiny revolving ovens which were made to cook French bread (although I am sure you'll wonder why you would waste oven space for anything but a Wagatha's goody.)

I would definitely recommend coming to visit before making an actual move - one thing to consider is that your Mom has this booming pet sitting business in beautiful Virginia - which got her into a glossy magazine and soon on a snazzy radio show - and in Vermont her new client base would most likely be the aforementioned fashion-challenged cows. And without a nice income, how is she going to keep you lavished with the lifestyle you've demanded from puppy hood? I mean unless you have charmed everybody else as effectively as Norman to get your Wagatha's biscuits gratis, they need a dependable income flow for a high maintenance girl like you. And I don't mean that critically, either.
 
I love a bulldog with high standards and tendencies towards being a shopaholic. Oh, did I mention that in Manchester - which is the World Headquarters of Wagatha's - that they have some of the fanciest outlet shopping in the world (Giorgia Armani, Lily Pulitzer, Furla, Uggs). Did I just say the magic word?
 
Should I fluff the pillows in the guest rooms?

I guess Auntie Tracey is right     There is little point in moving to Vermont without my Gram and my Mom.    Some day soon (just about the time the bones start raining from the sky), my Mom will be rich and famous and we can go anywhere we want.

Besides, my Gram went to Vermont's official web site and traveled around a little bit, and that State is pretty small.  Perhaps the state would be too small for more than one Bulldog Princess.   I do however, like the slogan on the Vermont Products page:    You have to eat anyway so why not improve Vermont's economy while you do it.

            So BRING ON MY BISCUITS  - I'm improving the economy!

Love, licks and WAGS.

The Princess
Daisy