I have decided that today we will be a little silly, because yesterday was a little on the serious side.  Talking about finding a cause for cancer, or talking about cancer at all is serious stuff, and then of course, there is My Heart Problem, which I am sad to report has been giving me some difficultly.  I will be going to see wonderful, Dr. Bill Tyrrell tomorrow however, and so that always makes me feel like I need to work hard and keep my spirits up. He is depending on me to be a spokesdog for his new medicine.   (That is a VERY LARGE PILL, by the way)

       So let's talk about BOB.   What could be more fun that that?  Ha.

I told you that one of the guests at our party a couple of weeks ago, brought Bob one of those ball flinger thingys and tried to teach Bob how to play Fetch.    Actually it turned out a lot better than we all thought it would be and Bob is getting the idea.  Sort of.   As long as you FLING while he is watching you so he can really see the ball fly through the air, and if you don't FLING the ball into the bushes, he is getting better.
And he does bring it back.  Some of the time.

My Gram says if we put a dead frog in the Flingy Thingy that he would be sure to find it, but we wouldn't see Bob or the Frog for some time afterwards.  Not such a bad idea, really, if you ask me.

It's true about Bob and his Dead Frog Fetish.  I was watching him out my window the other day and he was literally tip-toeing DOWN our driveway with a dead frog in his mouth.    He places it carefully at the best spot on the driveway, backs up a little, drops his right shoulder, gets a good firm "press" on the frog and then SLIDES down the driveway with the frog going along under his shoulder.

        I find this entire procedure disgusting.   Completely Gross.

So Bob's other new toy, according to my Gram, is an empty plastic juice container, or - his favorite - the large wide mouth plastic container that mixed nuts come in.   Gram leaves the lids on tightly, and gives them to Bob.   Mind you now, these are pretty big.   Bob is then in his finest hour.   Or hours.   He will be able to play with a bottle for a long time and dependent upon the strength of the plastic, maybe even a day or two.  Once the container starts to look a little shabby, Gram removes the lid.   

This is why Bob loves the wide mouth containers so much.  He can stick his entire face into the container.  Last week, Gram caught him sound asleep in his crate, with his entire face in the nut jar.   Nuts for the Nutty One, that's what I say.

These are the times when we wish our wonderful Bev Hollis Photo Taking Person Extraordinary would be at our house 24/7.   We think a Day in the Life of Bob would make a fine picture book.   Last year Miss Bev made some calendars called "a Year in the Life of a Pit Bull" and they showed how Bob has grown up.  My Gram bought some extra ones and gave them to our best friends.   Everyone loved them.   It would appear that in spite of the fact that Bob is a Total Stupid Head, Dumb as a Stump, that everyone loves him.  Go figure.

So in closing.  Remember Miss Danamarie Hosler, who makes the amazing, wonderful, fantastic, lovable little creatures called Knitimals?   Miss Danamarie made a surprise for my Gram to give my Mom at Christmas last year.  Remember?  It was ME?   I'll refresh your memory.

Sorry about my eyes, everyone.  Miss Bev did not take this picture.

            Well NOW, there is A Knitimal for BOB! AND HERE IT IS!



Gram says this rather looks like a wanted poster,  and I agree in that everyone wants a Knitimal of their very own.  And, as you can probably tell Miss Bev did take this wonderful picture.   

So please rush off to visit Miss Danamarie & Her Friends  You will have so much fun in Danamaries studio and also Danamarie has a BLOG and it so much fun also, so you must put that Mouse Person of your's to work and have him take you to DanaMarie's Blogging Business

So here is the only problem.   Bob's Knitimal?  It doesn't have a tail.    Gram has been pretty busy lately and she keeps forgetting to ask Miss Danamarie if she could send a tail which we could pin onto Bob.   Just like Pin The Tail on the Donkey.   Only Bob is not a Donkey.  He is something related to a Donkey that starts with the letter A.

Oops....I'm in big trouble.  Gram DOES NOT like me to use poor language.   She says that a Princess never speaks rudely in public.    That wasn't really public, was it?   I just thought we were sitting here having a little chat.  Oh well.   Bob can be a Donkey.   But he does need a tail.

Love and Licks,
Princess Daisy

Don't forget to go and check out what is the newest thing going on with Miss Bev.  Wake that little MP of yours up again and see What is New with Bev Hollis  Did I tell you that Miss Bev is going to have 12 photos in the Workman page a day calendar in that nifty plastic holder?  Yep.   I'll see if I can find you some more information on that and we'll chat about it soon.
Me.