[Dailydrool] Dear Snoopy

[Pamela McQuade]

Dear Snoopy:

I know all about having trouble finding good help. The mama refuses to 
allow me on the bed at any time. She has some silly excuse about how I 
had a broken leg. But the doc told her that in a year I'd be back to 99 
percent of my original strength, and it's been a whole year since I came 
here. Mama still says I can't do beds. She's afraid that I will jump 
down off the bed and hurt myself. Then I'd have to have surgery all over 
again to fix myself, she says. I don't think so, but she tells that 
plate and pins are really scary looking--I didn't look a the picture the 
doc showed her when I was still hurting, so I don't know about that. I 
don't know why the doc didn't bring those pictures down to my level, 
after all, I was the patient, not mama.



Meanwhile, Dexter--the BLIND basset--gets to lie between mama and daddy 
every night. When he whines at mama, he even gets to lie there during 
the day.



It's not fair, really it's not fair. I know I'm still afraid of daddy, 
but I think it'd be OK on the bed, really, especially if he wasn't 
there.



These humans! They just aren't logical.

Horton the Fearful, of the Dashing Bassets



PS I am glad you are feeling better. Hope you stay that way.