Princess Lizzie Diaries

Daddy Says I Get More Babies!!!

I'm going shopping, I'm going shopping, I'm going shopping. Daddy said!

Last night when Daddy FINALLY got home he told me I was such a good girl because I haven't chewed on nothing in like months and months and I didn't tear anything up when they left me out of my crate that he's taking me shopping for new babies! I love my babies. I got eight new ones at Christmas, but they were just little teddy bear babies. I've managed to get most of their little sweaters off. I prefer bare bears. Ha ha ha.

I think Daddy is really going to take me shopping tomorrow because he saw how sad Mommy made me. She did- she made me really sad. I caught her with my parrot, my bunny buddy and some of my chewy ropes. She put them in the TRASH. Can you believe it? I tried to give her that super-sad-please-don't-go look that usually works on Daddy, but she just put her hands on her hips and said, "No way girlfriend, these things are crusty and nasty."

Well I don't know what crusty and nasty is, except she said that about my goopy eyes and I don't think my babies looked like eye goop at all. Sure, I've had them forEVER, but they were MY babies. I think if I get in trouble for doing away with her precious shoes then Mommy should get in trouble for doing away with my precious babies.

I had every intention of sitting next to that stupid old trash can all night but then Daddy came home, and I got treats, and I got lovin' and then Daddy said we were going to go shopping for new babies and I just kind of forgot about those crusty, nasty babies.

I get new babies, new babies, new babies, new babies....Woof!

Okay, gotta go wake up Samson and tell him I'm getting new babies. Bye!