From Bandit: It's been a long weekend, not because we haven't had fun, but because Maggie's on a diet. The result of all this is that Miss Priss has gone from being a plain ol' brat to something that's way beyond surly.
She growls when we sit on our pillow. She's grumpy when we go outside. In the house, she continuously sweeps through the kitchen looking for food. At night, for snackie treat time, she only gets a half-piece now. Granted, as Staffer Dad says, "she doesn't know half from Shinola." But she's pretty certain she's been shorted.
Well, all I know is that she's been taking up too much space and now she's tough to deal with. I think I'll ask to go to work with Staffer Mom tomorrow.
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Maggie, you will feel better! Just keep telling yourself that, and keep wagging your tale.
I meant tail, but tale works in this case too. :)
Thanks for another good laugh. I haven't heard "Miss Priss" in ages, and it is one of the best southernisms. Maggie, I know you'll be back to full portions before long.
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