Dog Days of Summer
Sometimes life is just so unfair. Why don't I have a boat to ride around on? Why don't I have a life jacket to wear on my boat while I am riding around? Why should Riley Beemin have a boat? Why does he get a life jacket? Does he know I'm not well? I need to have these experiences so I can say I had a full life. What if someone asked me how it felt to fly across the water in a speedboat with a life jacket on your body in case you fell into the water and your parents had to circle around and scoop you out or you might sink like a stone? What would I say to them? The Princess never had a Boat. Poo.
So here is my Gram's "other" dog. His name is Riley Beemin. Whereas he is not the most attractive dog you have ever laid your eyes on, there is something about him that makes everyone love him. He comes to stay at our home with my Gram as her "Bed & Biscuit" client, and has come so many times now he has his own bowl, his own chair, and his own very special place to sleep in the pack. Riley is small but he makes up for it with his personality. In case you are wondering Riley is a Snoodle. Gram calls him Ry-Man. I actually thought his name was Gladiator, until my Gram told me that might be the name of the jacket he is wearing in order to keep him afloat should he fall from his boat.
Do you think if I asked Riley Beemin's mother and father they would take me for a boat ride? What if I traded them some Wagatha's for a ride in the boat? I could give them maybe three biscuits. I could probably spare that. Or maybe four. My Gram says if Wagatha's taste as good as they smell then she is going to eat some cause it might be cheaper than ordering in pizza.

So, once again, poor pitiful princess is left out in the cold. Or out of the boat, so to speak. That's o.k. I don't really want a boat ride anyway. My toes might touch water. My dad has a Gator and it has a special seat for me. I'm going to go ask him if he can ride me down to our neighbor's pond and drive me all around and around it really, really fast, while he sprays water from a bottle onto my face.
There you have it. That has to be a lot cheaper than buying a boat. But I still want the life jacket.
Love and Licks,
Princess Daisy
So here is my Gram's "other" dog. His name is Riley Beemin. Whereas he is not the most attractive dog you have ever laid your eyes on, there is something about him that makes everyone love him. He comes to stay at our home with my Gram as her "Bed & Biscuit" client, and has come so many times now he has his own bowl, his own chair, and his own very special place to sleep in the pack. Riley is small but he makes up for it with his personality. In case you are wondering Riley is a Snoodle. Gram calls him Ry-Man. I actually thought his name was Gladiator, until my Gram told me that might be the name of the jacket he is wearing in order to keep him afloat should he fall from his boat.
Do you think if I asked Riley Beemin's mother and father they would take me for a boat ride? What if I traded them some Wagatha's for a ride in the boat? I could give them maybe three biscuits. I could probably spare that. Or maybe four. My Gram says if Wagatha's taste as good as they smell then she is going to eat some cause it might be cheaper than ordering in pizza.

So, once again, poor pitiful princess is left out in the cold. Or out of the boat, so to speak. That's o.k. I don't really want a boat ride anyway. My toes might touch water. My dad has a Gator and it has a special seat for me. I'm going to go ask him if he can ride me down to our neighbor's pond and drive me all around and around it really, really fast, while he sprays water from a bottle onto my face.
There you have it. That has to be a lot cheaper than buying a boat. But I still want the life jacket.
Love and Licks,
Princess Daisy

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