I have a very sad story to tell.
It's a True Story.
And it goes like this:
One day, I was quietly playing with my soft bone toy.
It's a little chewy and squeaky and I love it.
Daisy kept looking over my shoulder as I played with it,
which made it kinda hard to enjoy.
I thought she was leaving, but NO.
She had other plans.
I rested a while and then went to get something to drink.
When I came back, this is what I saw:
The Evidence is hanging off of her chin.
Mom saw the injustice and gave me the bone back.
Daisy can watch me all she wants, she's not getting it this time.