A mysterious yellow puddle was noticed on the living floor this evening.
Not dry, by any means. Still wet. It wasn't a recent puddle. No, in fact, it was strangely... cold.
Daddy swears he hasn't let me out of his sights all day.
No one saw me do it. No one knows when it appeared. I'm not sayin' it was me... I'm not saying it wasn't me. I'm just sayin'... you don't not know that it wasn't not me.
But if you ask me, I blame it on Daisy.
She must be haunting the house.
Ghost pee.
Yep. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.
2 comments:
Whoa...ghostie pee?
I mean, if anyone could figure out how to mark territory from the other side, it'd be Daisy, but...
Hey, Ella, we've been keeping up with your blog and we're very glad that things seem to be going well. :)
Maggs & Momma
Maybe (now stick with us here) it was your DADDY who left the mysterious cold pee on the floor. Yes! It's awfully suspicious, the circumstances surrounding the whole incident. Think about it...
Izzy and crew
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