His Dogness

Dear Diary,

I found out last night that sometimes Momma talks in her sleep.

Yesterday, we took a field trip to the Lazy 5 Ranch. I got to touch the giraffe, and the baby lemur was the same size as my fist.

At the snack bar, I used my treat money to buy a bottle of Triple Raspberry Sparkler. It was delicious. But it was a really big bottle, and, even though I went to the bathroom before we left to go back to school, I really, really had to go before we got back to the school.

I had to go so bad that my back hurt.

When I told Momma about it, she said that, as a special treat because I had had such a trying experience, I could come climb into her bed after Doobins went to sleep. If I climbed into her bed before Doobins went to sleep, he would come in, too, and then there would be roughhousing.

After I climbed into her bed, we talked about the giraffe’s fur. Momma wanted to know whther it was soft like a horse’s or rough like a donkey’s. It was kind of in between.

Then, Momma said, “You know fresh broccoli is much better than that frozen stuff in a bag.”

I knew that was true but I didn’t know what that had to do with giraffe fur.

“What?” I said.

She didn’t say anything. She just made a funny noise like she does sometimes when she is asleep.

So, I rubbed her on the hair and told her that she was the best Mommie in the world because she is, and I went back to my bed.

Signed,
Sparkle Girl