I’m not sure what happened, but, Crunch Face has been gone for almost a week! To say I’m a little confused would be an understatement! All I know, I told the little wrinkle fest dad liked it when dogs peed in his lap, and she was gone! Of course, this is also after I had told her mom really liked cleaning poop and pee out of crates. Who knew something like this would happen? I just can’t help but feeling partially responsible. Dad just doesn’t seem the same, a little melancholy, a whole lot crazy! Every time I get a little out of line, he starts talking jibberish! He says something like; that’s okay Princess, you’ll be getting a Mimseigh (Mimzee) on your tail soon!” A Mimseigh on my tail? Really? I think he may have eaten some of the little hippie girls brownies! All I know is I had a sharp toothed menace chewing on my tail 24/7. I don’t know what a Mimseigh is, but bring it on! How bad could it be? When Crunch Face left, the hippie didn’t miss a beat, in fact she went shopping! The boy they call Wyatt, now that’s another story! He cried like John Boehner in front of a 60 minutes camera crew! Id hate to see if something ever happened to me, they’d probably have to sedate the whole family. One time I heard dad say he just couldn’t imagine what life would be like without me! A Mimseigh on my tail, ooh, I’m scared!