Wake up Maisy. Wake up honey! It's time to eat.

I was dreaming it was my birthday all over again.  How old am I anyway because I feel  AT LEAST 112 today?

(Let me get this straight. I get a tasty birthday cookie but I also have to eat my nasty doggie pills? What kinda shitty trick is that to pull on an old dog?)

Can you just start by lifting my head and pointing me in the right direction of my food bowl?

I was dreaming of my man, the love of my life, Harley- and the times we shared on this couch.

I am kinda glad he is gone. So much more of everything for me.  I hope you cannot hear my thoughts.

- Maisy Moo