COW HEADS?!

Okay I really don't know what is going on around here these days.
The servant acquired some cow heads.
Now maybe you don't know but cows are BIG. Their heads are BIG. So for me to get one into me is a LOT of very hard work.
The servant gave us the heads on Saturday, one each. Bailey tried to steal mine but I nipped that in the bud. What a jerk he can be. Chance was scared of his and ran away to graze on broom and tall grass. But I know good eating when I see it.
Now it's Tuesday and we are a Looooonnng way from finishing our cow heads.
The servant won't allow the heads in the house - I guess since she cleans it she has some say. But jeez we barely have an hour in the morning and evening to gnaw on these things.
I must say, however, that my girlish figure is taking a bit of a hit on this. Chance is enourmous and even Bailey is starting to look plump. I hope he doesn't have another seizure from over eating - although at least he has enough padding he can't hurt himself now.

It is so hard to get help

Today the servant completely screwed up.
She forgot to thaw any food for us so all we got for breakfast was eggs. Eggs! And that's all. I ask you!
I am seriously considering hiring another servant as this one is clearly not up to the task.
We actually had to wait until dinner time to get anything to eat other than the eggs. This is just NOT ACCEPTABLE.
On the bright side the other servant stayed over night and I slept with her in the spare bed. She is very nice to cuddle with and doesn't yell when I jump on the furniture.

Perfect Day

Today the servent wasn't so slovenly and she got up early to pack up the van. I had suggested a day at the beach and fortunately did not meet with the usual back talk.

The silly boys kept getting in the way and I was concerned about mutiny but fortunately the servant was determined to complete her tasks.

I also demanded that new tennis balls be purchased for our enjoyment as the old ones had been destroyed by one of the ill-mannered brutes that the servant persists at referring to as my brothers. As if!

It was fortunate at the park that the servant elected to throw my tennis ball in the opposite direction of the clumsy boys. They tend to knock me over when they run - bullies! The servent also made sure I didn't need to be looking into the sun when chasing the ball.

I lead the group to the beach for further entertainment and there encouraged the clumsy boys to swim and possibly burn off a little bit of energy. I chose to only swim a small amount - I don't like to spoil my coiffure with too much salt water.

As usually the servant prepared a substantial meal for us. I am going to have to speak to her about portions - I fear my waistline is expanding.

A beauty sleep was required after all that activity and I awoke feeling much refreshed.

It was, indeed, a perfect day for a queen despite having to cope with those lumbering labs.