Macie on a Good Day2014

Macie:
Dad. Dad knows mornings. Knows the shades open means wake up. Knows that breakfast is the most important meal. Knows the birds are all talk-talk-talk but ain't got nothing to say 'cause he knows their whistles as good as they do. The early bird gets the worm and the rest wrestle with the squirrels for the seeds Dad puts out. At the apartment Dad doesn't have no squirrels or chipmunks anymore and he still throws out seed for the talk-talk-talk birds and does his whistles. The best whistles are bird calls. Except maybe for dog whistles since I can't hear them. Sammie seems to like them and runs around. He runs and barks even when you puff your cheeks like you've got a whistle but you don't. Get's like a puppy or like after a bath that he hates until he's clean an acting like the way puppies do. All running and stopping short and running, the way puppies do. When we feed him he's all running and stopping short, all excited like a puppy for wet food. Food-slurp plop out of the can. Dad don't mash it up, like mom mash it up, like Abby mash it up, like Megan mash it up, like I mash it up. Wet food, no dry food. Dad says, "no, table scraps for Sammie or he'll always want table scraps." No Sammie! I say. Abby doesn't listen. Sammie always wants table scraps but I say, "No Sammie!" No enabling Sammie, like drinking Diet Coke. Diet Coke, Vitamin Water, water water. Abby doesn't give me Diet Coke. Megan gives me Diet Coke. Abby says in an argument, "Stop enabling her!" So I drink Diet Coke, Vitamin Water, water water.