|That’s Daisy giving me her stink-eye. I deserve it.|
|Our little fleabag. With worms.|
|Sometimes she has good hair days. Sometimes she has bad hair days.|
|Forget beer. Her drink of choice is the Margarita. Naturally.|
She lost me on this one. I’m a wino, but apparently Daisy is the party animal of the family.
Happy Birthday to the little furball of terror that became our fourth famileeeeee memberrrrrr!