HOLIDAY BAKING
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Some people just don't have what it takes to appreciate a cookie." James Patterson
THIS IS: Bingo's Birthday month and New Year's Eve
Mom always used to make a bunch of holiday cookies and goodies and give them to the neighbors. She'd make coconut macaroons, gingerbread cut-outs, sugar cut-outs, anise, chocolate chips and more.
This year, mom had to enlist Dad in the baking. They only made gingerbread cut-outs and macaroons this year in the cookie category. But they also made chocolate chip pound cake and fudge. Mom supervised while dad did the mixing. He did a good job but Mom had to laugh...there was flour sprinkled about.
I always get a taste of the cookies...yum...when they come out of the oven. But I didn't get any fudge. It smelled so good, but Mom kept saying it's chocolate. It can make a dog sick or die. I prefer to live. But why can Mom and Dad eat it? There's a double standard in this household. For Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners Dad made yeast rolls. He did a good job kneading the dough and forming the rolls, but again there was flour all over.
Dad has taken over all the household chores. Mom always tells him what a great job he's doing. Mom could get used to this. Dad better start messing up a little soon so Mom doesn't get too used to this new lifestyle.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
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Friday, December 14, 2012
ADJUSTING TO CHANGES
THIS IS: Operation Santa Paws Month to 12/24
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If you can't decide between a Shepherd, a Setter or a Poodle get them all...adopt a mutt." ASPCA
Since mom had her first stroke on 6/23, she and dad had to make a lot of adjustments in their lives. Well, I've had to make adjustments, too.
The first one was my daily morning walk with mom for exercise and to see all my friends. Mom couldn't do it (It would take hours because she'd have to use her walker) and dad was really busy with household chores and such (And he hates to exercise) Uncle Terry volunteered to walk me each morning. He's a good walker. I like walking with him. Pam and Dan volunteered, too. I have fun with them, too.
I wasn't getting my 4:30 runs any longer either. I know mom's recovery comes first, but I do need my exercise. Now several times a week mom and dad take me to the dog run. I get to chase squirrels and play hide 'n seek with dad behind the trees. I'm having fun again!
I don't get big hugs from mom any more. She tries and I get one-armed hugs and one-handed pets, too. I understand.
Now I am going to give you an update on mom's health. She's doing well. Last week she started electrical stimulation on her arm, and wrist. It stimulates the muscles. It does seem to help, but she's having a hard time doing some of the movements that she does in therapy at home. There is progress but it's really slow going. Her arm keeps getting stronger.
Mom has graduated from the walker to a cane. She's been instructed to try walking in the house without any aids as long as dad is home. She's slow and a bit wobbly. She probably just needs more practice.
I am happy to report that mom hasn't fallen in about two weeks. That's good because it's scary when she falls and can't get up.
Mom is learning how to drive the golf cart again. Watch out everyone. It doesn't have power steering and mom can only use one hand.
All in all, mom is making progress and I know that one day she'll be able to take me on walks again.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
copyright 2012
THIS IS: Operation Santa Paws Month to 12/24
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If you can't decide between a Shepherd, a Setter or a Poodle get them all...adopt a mutt." ASPCA
Since mom had her first stroke on 6/23, she and dad had to make a lot of adjustments in their lives. Well, I've had to make adjustments, too.
The first one was my daily morning walk with mom for exercise and to see all my friends. Mom couldn't do it (It would take hours because she'd have to use her walker) and dad was really busy with household chores and such (And he hates to exercise) Uncle Terry volunteered to walk me each morning. He's a good walker. I like walking with him. Pam and Dan volunteered, too. I have fun with them, too.
I wasn't getting my 4:30 runs any longer either. I know mom's recovery comes first, but I do need my exercise. Now several times a week mom and dad take me to the dog run. I get to chase squirrels and play hide 'n seek with dad behind the trees. I'm having fun again!
I don't get big hugs from mom any more. She tries and I get one-armed hugs and one-handed pets, too. I understand.
Now I am going to give you an update on mom's health. She's doing well. Last week she started electrical stimulation on her arm, and wrist. It stimulates the muscles. It does seem to help, but she's having a hard time doing some of the movements that she does in therapy at home. There is progress but it's really slow going. Her arm keeps getting stronger.
Mom has graduated from the walker to a cane. She's been instructed to try walking in the house without any aids as long as dad is home. She's slow and a bit wobbly. She probably just needs more practice.
I am happy to report that mom hasn't fallen in about two weeks. That's good because it's scary when she falls and can't get up.
Mom is learning how to drive the golf cart again. Watch out everyone. It doesn't have power steering and mom can only use one hand.
All in all, mom is making progress and I know that one day she'll be able to take me on walks again.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
copyright 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
IT'S CATALOG SEASON
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "I don't have a bank account because I don't know my mother's maiden name." Paula Poundstone
THIS IS: Adopt a senior pet month
Tis the season for the onslaught of catalogs. I receive a lot of them. Most of which I've never ordered from. My husband and I purchase the grand kids gifts from Disney or Sea World. We don't buy gifts for each other any longer; we just go out and buy whatever we want or need.
LL Bean came today offering free shipping. Crate and Barrel offered 10% off our next order. Bits and Pieces boasted "over 50 items specially priced for the holidays" and "over 100 items under $20.00." Catalog Favorites, a showcase of catalog best sellers seems to have cutesy stuff that no one will ever use.
Then I received The Most Important Catalog in the World. This catalog offered live animals. One pig was $120.00, a heifer went for $500.00, a trio of rabbits was a bargain at $60.00. Who would I send a pig to or a heifer for that matter? Then I took a better look at the catalog.
If you're into charitable giving, (and you should be at this time of the year,) this catalog actually makes sense. The gifts provide needy families an opportunity to support and feed themselves The animals offered are farm animals. If you don't have $120.00 for a goat, you can share a goat for $10.00 Likewise, you can share fish, pigs, sheep and rabbits.
I always enjoy looking through Figi's. The nuts, candies, cheeses and cookies always look so good.
National Wildlife has the cutest "trinket" gifts like cups, ornaments t-shirts and jewelry. The Jockey catalog has the cutest guys to look at.
I very rarely order from catalogs. I prefer online shopping and the Malls. Let's save some trees and get rid of the catalogs that fill my recycling bin.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
THIS IS: Adopt a senior pet month
Tis the season for the onslaught of catalogs. I receive a lot of them. Most of which I've never ordered from. My husband and I purchase the grand kids gifts from Disney or Sea World. We don't buy gifts for each other any longer; we just go out and buy whatever we want or need.
LL Bean came today offering free shipping. Crate and Barrel offered 10% off our next order. Bits and Pieces boasted "over 50 items specially priced for the holidays" and "over 100 items under $20.00." Catalog Favorites, a showcase of catalog best sellers seems to have cutesy stuff that no one will ever use.
Then I received The Most Important Catalog in the World. This catalog offered live animals. One pig was $120.00, a heifer went for $500.00, a trio of rabbits was a bargain at $60.00. Who would I send a pig to or a heifer for that matter? Then I took a better look at the catalog.
If you're into charitable giving, (and you should be at this time of the year,) this catalog actually makes sense. The gifts provide needy families an opportunity to support and feed themselves The animals offered are farm animals. If you don't have $120.00 for a goat, you can share a goat for $10.00 Likewise, you can share fish, pigs, sheep and rabbits.
I always enjoy looking through Figi's. The nuts, candies, cheeses and cookies always look so good.
National Wildlife has the cutest "trinket" gifts like cups, ornaments t-shirts and jewelry. The Jockey catalog has the cutest guys to look at.
I very rarely order from catalogs. I prefer online shopping and the Malls. Let's save some trees and get rid of the catalogs that fill my recycling bin.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
HANDICAPPED
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "I AM NEITHER AN OPTIMIST NOR A PESSIMIST, BUT A POSSIBILIST." Max Lerner
THIS IS: National Patient Accessibility Week.
I am not saying it's a good thing to be handicapped. I would give anything to be physically capable like I was only a few months ago. But, there are a few perks to being physically challenged.
- You get premium parking spaces at stores, restaurants, theme parks, the movies, drug stores, warehouse stores, malls, basically wherever you go.
- You may get better seating at theme parks, arenas, movies. Case in point...Don and I went to Epcot to see an Air Supply performance. We were about six rows from the stage. The lead singer came down the stairs over to where I was sitting. He took my hand, held it, and kissed my cheek. It made me feel very special and my birthday was only a few days away. I was in my wheelchair in a handicapped spot.
- People tend to be more polite. They move out of your path, they will hold doors open, they smile and say "good morning" or "how are you today".
- Restaurant servers and store clerks tend to be more helpful and courteous.
We shouldn't treat just the handicapped courteously. We should treat everyone courteously. We'd all get along much better and the world would be a much better place.
The above is just an observation and proof that these perks are justified.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
P.S. Mom is getting excellent therapy and she is improving everyday. She is more optimistic now about her recovery. She is working hard getting her right leg stronger and trying to get the use of her right arm back. She doesn't often let herself get down about her condition, she just enjoys some of the handicapped "perks" while they are available to her.
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "I AM NEITHER AN OPTIMIST NOR A PESSIMIST, BUT A POSSIBILIST." Max Lerner
THIS IS: National Patient Accessibility Week.
I am not saying it's a good thing to be handicapped. I would give anything to be physically capable like I was only a few months ago. But, there are a few perks to being physically challenged.
- You get premium parking spaces at stores, restaurants, theme parks, the movies, drug stores, warehouse stores, malls, basically wherever you go.
- You may get better seating at theme parks, arenas, movies. Case in point...Don and I went to Epcot to see an Air Supply performance. We were about six rows from the stage. The lead singer came down the stairs over to where I was sitting. He took my hand, held it, and kissed my cheek. It made me feel very special and my birthday was only a few days away. I was in my wheelchair in a handicapped spot.
- People tend to be more polite. They move out of your path, they will hold doors open, they smile and say "good morning" or "how are you today".
- Restaurant servers and store clerks tend to be more helpful and courteous.
We shouldn't treat just the handicapped courteously. We should treat everyone courteously. We'd all get along much better and the world would be a much better place.
The above is just an observation and proof that these perks are justified.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
P.S. Mom is getting excellent therapy and she is improving everyday. She is more optimistic now about her recovery. She is working hard getting her right leg stronger and trying to get the use of her right arm back. She doesn't often let herself get down about her condition, she just enjoys some of the handicapped "perks" while they are available to her.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
hi everyone.
Sorry ths is late, but as most of you know mom had another stroke last week and she spent a few days in the hospital. It was a mild stroke. She should recover from this one. Mom lost quite a bit of the progress she made from the first stroke and she wants to get back to where she was.
I am not going to be writing for a while so I can help dad get mom better. Mom is going to concentrate on exercising and getting stronger. She is also tired a lot as her body needs to heal.
love,
DAISY
Sorry ths is late, but as most of you know mom had another stroke last week and she spent a few days in the hospital. It was a mild stroke. She should recover from this one. Mom lost quite a bit of the progress she made from the first stroke and she wants to get back to where she was.
I am not going to be writing for a while so I can help dad get mom better. Mom is going to concentrate on exercising and getting stronger. She is also tired a lot as her body needs to heal.
love,
DAISY
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
MOM'S HOME
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If your dog doesn't like someone you probably shouldn't either." Unknown
THIS IS: National Safe At Home Week
Mom's home and I am one happy dog. I'm going to help take care of her along with dad. First, I am going to follow her from room to room to be there in case she falls. I'll let her land on me so she doesn't hurt herself. I'll be able to lick her tears and I'll be there to comfort her.
I sleep with her, too. Sometimes when dad is still up and mom calls for him he doesn't hear her. I'm there and I bark for him. I am wherever mom is. If she's watching TV on the porch I am laying right beside the couch. If she's at her desk, I am there, too. I don't want mom to be alone and I don't want her to go away again.
Every day I nudge her bad hand and lick it. She can't pet me with her right hand and I'm hoping my kisses will make it all better.
Mom does her exercises every day so she can get stronger. She's able to walk around the house now without any aids. She's even managed to make a few meals. But dad still feeds me and the cats.
I love it after dinner when me, dad and mom go for a walk. Mom goes in her wheelchair, dad pushes and mom has me on a leash. I pull mom along and dad steers. Mom loves it. She's always smiling and laughing...Oh the little pleasures. I'm glad the cats can't come along. This is my special time with mom and dad.
I know how much mom appreciates what I do to help her because she tells me what a good dog I am and she tells me she loves me all the time.
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next post: 9/12
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Copyright 2012
THIS IS: National Safe At Home Week
Mom's home and I am one happy dog. I'm going to help take care of her along with dad. First, I am going to follow her from room to room to be there in case she falls. I'll let her land on me so she doesn't hurt herself. I'll be able to lick her tears and I'll be there to comfort her.
I sleep with her, too. Sometimes when dad is still up and mom calls for him he doesn't hear her. I'm there and I bark for him. I am wherever mom is. If she's watching TV on the porch I am laying right beside the couch. If she's at her desk, I am there, too. I don't want mom to be alone and I don't want her to go away again.
Every day I nudge her bad hand and lick it. She can't pet me with her right hand and I'm hoping my kisses will make it all better.
Mom does her exercises every day so she can get stronger. She's able to walk around the house now without any aids. She's even managed to make a few meals. But dad still feeds me and the cats.
I love it after dinner when me, dad and mom go for a walk. Mom goes in her wheelchair, dad pushes and mom has me on a leash. I pull mom along and dad steers. Mom loves it. She's always smiling and laughing...Oh the little pleasures. I'm glad the cats can't come along. This is my special time with mom and dad.
I know how much mom appreciates what I do to help her because she tells me what a good dog I am and she tells me she loves me all the time.
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly with a new post entered every other Wednesday. If you would like to subscribe please send an e-mail to daisydogb1@cfl.rr.com with "subscribe" in the subject box.
next post: 9/12
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Copyright 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "As many know brain injury comes in many forms. The most prevalent brain injuries - stroke and trauma - affect more than 2.2 million Americans and these numbers are expected to grow." Allyson Schwartz
THIS IS: Feeding pets of the homeless week
Mom was away again for close to six weeks. I finally found out where she was when dad took me to see her. We went to this building that had a lot of bedrooms and old people living there. What was mom doing there? She already had a home. I heard someone say stroke. Did that mean she could never pet me again? Feed me? Take me for walks? Dad was doing all of that now.
As soon as I saw mom, I ran to her and started licking her. I was so happy to see her. I laid in bed with her and curled up at her feet. Me, mom and dad would all lie on the bed at night and watch TV. It was a bit crowded, but cozy.
Mom couldn't walk. She was in a chair with huge wheels and foot rests. And dad had to wheel her around. We'd all go for a walk outside. Dad would tuck mom in at night, and then we'd leave her there and go home. What was wrong with mom? What was a stroke? It must mean something horrible. When was mom coming home?
When I got home from seeing mom, I reassured Mickey and Minnie that mom was okay. They seemed pleased with the news but you know how cats are...they just continued to clean themselves. I think they were jealous because I saw mom and they didn't.
Dad took me a few more times to see mom. Other people in that place looked forward to seeing me, too. But my mom's roommate was afraid of me. All I wanted to do was lick her hand and help her get better.
While mom was in the nursing home she kept saying she didn't belong there because she was too young to have had this happen to her. But she had therapy to help her walk and use her right hand again. She seemed to enjoy therapy.
Mom also talked a little funny. A very nice lady helped mom to speak normal again. That was good because I had trouble understanding her sometimes.
When dad would leave mom at night, I always wondered why mom didn't leave with him. It was lonely at home without her. We all missed her very much.
DaisyDodblog is written bi-weekly with a new post entered evert other Wednesday.
Copyright 2012
THIS IS: Feeding pets of the homeless week
Mom was away again for close to six weeks. I finally found out where she was when dad took me to see her. We went to this building that had a lot of bedrooms and old people living there. What was mom doing there? She already had a home. I heard someone say stroke. Did that mean she could never pet me again? Feed me? Take me for walks? Dad was doing all of that now.
As soon as I saw mom, I ran to her and started licking her. I was so happy to see her. I laid in bed with her and curled up at her feet. Me, mom and dad would all lie on the bed at night and watch TV. It was a bit crowded, but cozy.
Mom couldn't walk. She was in a chair with huge wheels and foot rests. And dad had to wheel her around. We'd all go for a walk outside. Dad would tuck mom in at night, and then we'd leave her there and go home. What was wrong with mom? What was a stroke? It must mean something horrible. When was mom coming home?
When I got home from seeing mom, I reassured Mickey and Minnie that mom was okay. They seemed pleased with the news but you know how cats are...they just continued to clean themselves. I think they were jealous because I saw mom and they didn't.
Dad took me a few more times to see mom. Other people in that place looked forward to seeing me, too. But my mom's roommate was afraid of me. All I wanted to do was lick her hand and help her get better.
While mom was in the nursing home she kept saying she didn't belong there because she was too young to have had this happen to her. But she had therapy to help her walk and use her right hand again. She seemed to enjoy therapy.
Mom also talked a little funny. A very nice lady helped mom to speak normal again. That was good because I had trouble understanding her sometimes.
When dad would leave mom at night, I always wondered why mom didn't leave with him. It was lonely at home without her. We all missed her very much.
DaisyDodblog is written bi-weekly with a new post entered evert other Wednesday.
Copyright 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
THEY'RE BACK
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Adversity causes some men to break; others to break records."
THIS IS; LONDON 2012 SUMMER OLYMPICS
YEAH!!! Mom and Dad came back for me. Each morning when I woke up, I expected to see mom and have her take me out. She wasn't there. Other nice people took care of me while mom and dad were away. They fed me, took me for walks, and cuddled with me. I had a comfortable place to sleep and it was roomy enough, but it wasn't like being at home in bed with mom and dad.
The most fun were the play dates with other dogs whose moms and dads were on vacation too. Some of my new friends were Ziggy, Bella, Rose, and Izzy. The other dogs were so much fun. I also chased a ball and wrestled. I was an alpha dog...whatever that means. I t must be good because I didn't get scolded.
Very early one morning, I was lying in my kennel when I heard mom's voice. I heard dad, too. I dragged the attendant to the reception area when she came for me. I know I am not supposed to, but I jumped all over mom and dad when I saw them because I couldn't contain my excitement.
I enjoyed the comfort of the car ride home. I always have the back seat and I pace from side to side window looking at the people in other cars. Sometimes I try to sneak into the front seat but mom won't let me; she says it's dangerous.
When we pulled into the driveway, I knew I was home. I ran into the house makling sure everything was safe. I chased Mickey and Minnie to let them know I missed them, too.
Mom gave me a special treat she brought all the way home from Hawaii. it tasted so good. Then she fed me breakfast and took me for a walk. Things were getting back to normal. When mom abd dad came home, I got a new squeaky toy. I play with it every dat. It's my favorite.
Everyone was really, really nice at Best Friends. But it wasn't home and they weren't mom and dad.
A little while later, mom got sick and she was gone for more than a month. More about that another time.
DaisyDogBlog is written bi-weekly with a new post every other Wednesday
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Coptright: 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Adversity causes some men to break; others to break records."
THIS IS; LONDON 2012 SUMMER OLYMPICS
YEAH!!! Mom and Dad came back for me. Each morning when I woke up, I expected to see mom and have her take me out. She wasn't there. Other nice people took care of me while mom and dad were away. They fed me, took me for walks, and cuddled with me. I had a comfortable place to sleep and it was roomy enough, but it wasn't like being at home in bed with mom and dad.
The most fun were the play dates with other dogs whose moms and dads were on vacation too. Some of my new friends were Ziggy, Bella, Rose, and Izzy. The other dogs were so much fun. I also chased a ball and wrestled. I was an alpha dog...whatever that means. I t must be good because I didn't get scolded.
Very early one morning, I was lying in my kennel when I heard mom's voice. I heard dad, too. I dragged the attendant to the reception area when she came for me. I know I am not supposed to, but I jumped all over mom and dad when I saw them because I couldn't contain my excitement.
I enjoyed the comfort of the car ride home. I always have the back seat and I pace from side to side window looking at the people in other cars. Sometimes I try to sneak into the front seat but mom won't let me; she says it's dangerous.
When we pulled into the driveway, I knew I was home. I ran into the house makling sure everything was safe. I chased Mickey and Minnie to let them know I missed them, too.
Mom gave me a special treat she brought all the way home from Hawaii. it tasted so good. Then she fed me breakfast and took me for a walk. Things were getting back to normal. When mom abd dad came home, I got a new squeaky toy. I play with it every dat. It's my favorite.
Everyone was really, really nice at Best Friends. But it wasn't home and they weren't mom and dad.
A little while later, mom got sick and she was gone for more than a month. More about that another time.
DaisyDogBlog is written bi-weekly with a new post every other Wednesday
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Coptright: 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
SOMETHING'S GOING ON AROUND HERE!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "To err is human, to forgive, canine." Unknown
THIS IS: Go Fetch! Food Drive for Homeless Animals Month
Something is going on around here, and mom doesn't think I've noticed. But I have.
About three weeks ago dad went into the guest room closet. He reached high up on the shelf and brought down these large, gray things that look like odd shaped boxes. They have straps and wheels on them. Nothing was in them, so I don't know why he bothered to bring them down.
Then, about two weeks ago, mom started putting little bottles and jars on a table in the guest room.
Last week, mom was on a cleaning frenzy. She even had dad down on his hands and knees scrubbing the hardwood flooring. I heard her say to dad, "You know how I hate coming home to a dirty house after we've been gone."
Where were they going? Mom never did this stuff before when she went shopping, to the movies, or out to lunch with girlfriends. I'm confused and a little frightened.
And did I mention mom and dad took me to the doctor's office? They said something about a vaccination expiring. Not only did I get a thermometer up my you-know-what along with a dipstick in the same place to get a sample of you-know-what, I was mauled practically to death. A nice girl held me and spoke softly in my ear while the doctor prodded, pushed, and poked my legs and body. He shined a light in my eyes, and looked deep into my ears. He even pried my mouth open to check my teeth. But that wasn't the worst of it. That so-called doctor had this weird instrument that blew something into each of my nostrils. That's when I drew the line. I insisted I get taken back to mom and dad immediately.
But the kicker was when mom and dad sat in the living room and talked about me like I wasn't even there!
"I take Daisy on a 30 minute walk every day," mom said. "I want to keep her as close to her normal routine as possible. I'm sure she'll get her morning walk. I also think she should get a 30 minute play date every day, too."
I wondered, What in tarnation is going on here?
Well, wonder no more. Mom and dad are going away and NOT taking me with them! They are going on vacation...without me...
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post every other Wednesday.
Next post: Due to a vacation, the next post will be June 27th, 2012.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "To err is human, to forgive, canine." Unknown
THIS IS: Go Fetch! Food Drive for Homeless Animals Month
Something is going on around here, and mom doesn't think I've noticed. But I have.
About three weeks ago dad went into the guest room closet. He reached high up on the shelf and brought down these large, gray things that look like odd shaped boxes. They have straps and wheels on them. Nothing was in them, so I don't know why he bothered to bring them down.
Then, about two weeks ago, mom started putting little bottles and jars on a table in the guest room.
Last week, mom was on a cleaning frenzy. She even had dad down on his hands and knees scrubbing the hardwood flooring. I heard her say to dad, "You know how I hate coming home to a dirty house after we've been gone."
Where were they going? Mom never did this stuff before when she went shopping, to the movies, or out to lunch with girlfriends. I'm confused and a little frightened.
And did I mention mom and dad took me to the doctor's office? They said something about a vaccination expiring. Not only did I get a thermometer up my you-know-what along with a dipstick in the same place to get a sample of you-know-what, I was mauled practically to death. A nice girl held me and spoke softly in my ear while the doctor prodded, pushed, and poked my legs and body. He shined a light in my eyes, and looked deep into my ears. He even pried my mouth open to check my teeth. But that wasn't the worst of it. That so-called doctor had this weird instrument that blew something into each of my nostrils. That's when I drew the line. I insisted I get taken back to mom and dad immediately.
But the kicker was when mom and dad sat in the living room and talked about me like I wasn't even there!
"I take Daisy on a 30 minute walk every day," mom said. "I want to keep her as close to her normal routine as possible. I'm sure she'll get her morning walk. I also think she should get a 30 minute play date every day, too."
I wondered, What in tarnation is going on here?
Well, wonder no more. Mom and dad are going away and NOT taking me with them! They are going on vacation...without me...
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post every other Wednesday.
Next post: Due to a vacation, the next post will be June 27th, 2012.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
BUGS BUG ME!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "To carry a grudge is like being stung to death by one bee." William H. Walton
THIS IS: National Dog Bite Prevention Week
It may not be summer on the calendar yet, but it is summer in Florida. And summer weather brings out the bugs.
Love bugs are a major annoyance, and they come out twice a year, once in late spring, and once in late summer. Since in reality it is late spring, the love bugs have arrived. These flying insects come in pairs and they swarm around gas powered lawn mowers and cars (among other things). They are attracted to light and fresh paint.
Several years ago Don and I left for a two week vacation in May. We had just had our house painted. It turned out to be a love bug magnet! Just ask Marlene. She cat sat while we were gone, and every day she had to sweep a path for her golf cart just to get to our door. Don and I tried to kill them with Raid, and it worked. They died. However, they seemed to like the scent of Raid, and even more love bugs appeared.
We were sure glad when the spring love bug season was over, but the fresh paint still attracted them. We had a late summer swarm at our house, and we filled a zillion garbage bags with their corpses. If anyone was looking for us during those times, people would tell them, "Just go to the house that is hosting the love bug convention."
Another species of bugs that bugs me is ants. Did you know there are around 100 different species of ants in central Florida? Neither did I. I didn't think there were that many different species in the world.
I think fire ants are the worst. They sting and they hurt. They itch. And then the bites turn into ugly little white bumps. Not only do they sting people, they attack our pets, livestock, and wildlife. They can kill and eat ground-nesting birds and mammals. They are mean and vicious. I want them on the FBI's most wanted list.
I didn't know what a Pharaoh ant was until I lived in Florida. They are tiny, only about 1/16 of an inch long. They eat, among other things, jellies, cookies, honey, peanut butter, and, as I have found them several times in my pet food bowls, they eat pet food, too. It doesn't matter whether it's dog or cat food, the ants aren't picky. Oh, and they do eat other insects. I wonder, does that include fire ants?
Pharaoh ants are found in our homes, office buildings, schools, and hospitals. Heck, I even saw them in a high-rise hotel I was staying at. And, I was on the 20th floor! How did they manage to get up that high? Did they all pile onto the elevator?
Then there are carpenter ants, the acrobat ant, the crazy ant, and the Florida Harvester Ant.
As long as we're talking about bugs, I really need to mention the deer fly. Here is something scary. The "females use knife-like mandibles and maxillae to make a cross-shaped incision and then lap up the blood." Wikipedia. Yuk.
The bites, or incisions as they are called, hurt and they itch. If I don't get Cortaid on my bites almost immediately, the area surrounding the bite turns red and swollen and travels several inches around the bite. I keep Cortaid with me during deer fly season, which, by the way, seems to coincide with love bug season.
I started to do a little research on spiders living here in central Florida, but the photos on the Internet really creeped me out. I would rather be in a room full of snakes that be in a room with one spider. All I can say is that there are lots of spiders around here, and I always have a full can of Raid nearby...right next to my tube of Cortaid.
P.S. Our furry pets are bothered by bugs, too. Make sure you give them flea and tick protection. And spiders have been known to bite our pets, too.
DaisyDogBlog is written bi-weekly, with a new post being entered every other Wednesday.
Next post: 5/30/12
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "To carry a grudge is like being stung to death by one bee." William H. Walton
THIS IS: National Dog Bite Prevention Week
It may not be summer on the calendar yet, but it is summer in Florida. And summer weather brings out the bugs.
Love bugs are a major annoyance, and they come out twice a year, once in late spring, and once in late summer. Since in reality it is late spring, the love bugs have arrived. These flying insects come in pairs and they swarm around gas powered lawn mowers and cars (among other things). They are attracted to light and fresh paint.
Several years ago Don and I left for a two week vacation in May. We had just had our house painted. It turned out to be a love bug magnet! Just ask Marlene. She cat sat while we were gone, and every day she had to sweep a path for her golf cart just to get to our door. Don and I tried to kill them with Raid, and it worked. They died. However, they seemed to like the scent of Raid, and even more love bugs appeared.
We were sure glad when the spring love bug season was over, but the fresh paint still attracted them. We had a late summer swarm at our house, and we filled a zillion garbage bags with their corpses. If anyone was looking for us during those times, people would tell them, "Just go to the house that is hosting the love bug convention."
Another species of bugs that bugs me is ants. Did you know there are around 100 different species of ants in central Florida? Neither did I. I didn't think there were that many different species in the world.
I think fire ants are the worst. They sting and they hurt. They itch. And then the bites turn into ugly little white bumps. Not only do they sting people, they attack our pets, livestock, and wildlife. They can kill and eat ground-nesting birds and mammals. They are mean and vicious. I want them on the FBI's most wanted list.
I didn't know what a Pharaoh ant was until I lived in Florida. They are tiny, only about 1/16 of an inch long. They eat, among other things, jellies, cookies, honey, peanut butter, and, as I have found them several times in my pet food bowls, they eat pet food, too. It doesn't matter whether it's dog or cat food, the ants aren't picky. Oh, and they do eat other insects. I wonder, does that include fire ants?
Pharaoh ants are found in our homes, office buildings, schools, and hospitals. Heck, I even saw them in a high-rise hotel I was staying at. And, I was on the 20th floor! How did they manage to get up that high? Did they all pile onto the elevator?
Then there are carpenter ants, the acrobat ant, the crazy ant, and the Florida Harvester Ant.
As long as we're talking about bugs, I really need to mention the deer fly. Here is something scary. The "females use knife-like mandibles and maxillae to make a cross-shaped incision and then lap up the blood." Wikipedia. Yuk.
The bites, or incisions as they are called, hurt and they itch. If I don't get Cortaid on my bites almost immediately, the area surrounding the bite turns red and swollen and travels several inches around the bite. I keep Cortaid with me during deer fly season, which, by the way, seems to coincide with love bug season.
I started to do a little research on spiders living here in central Florida, but the photos on the Internet really creeped me out. I would rather be in a room full of snakes that be in a room with one spider. All I can say is that there are lots of spiders around here, and I always have a full can of Raid nearby...right next to my tube of Cortaid.
P.S. Our furry pets are bothered by bugs, too. Make sure you give them flea and tick protection. And spiders have been known to bite our pets, too.
DaisyDogBlog is written bi-weekly, with a new post being entered every other Wednesday.
Next post: 5/30/12
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
AND SO THEY'RE GONE...BUT OTHERS KEEP COMING
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience." Woodrow Wilson
THIS IS: Go Fetch! Food Drive for Homeless Animals Month
I've been noticing on my morning walks lately how many campers have gone back home for the summer. My canine friends have disappeared along with my human ones. The nice couple from Wisconsin left a few weeks ago, and mom and dad's friends from Ottawa left, too. Just about all mom and dad's euchre friends from Larry to Bev and Bruce to Bernice and Don won't be back until next fall either.
Ducky and Chloe, two very pretty shelties left last week...just when we were getting to be good friends. I think I might miss them the most. Chloe is really funny. She barks and barks at me and follows behind me in the dog run. She's so close that sometimes I can even feel her breath on my butt! But the second I turn around to play with her, she runs away. Then, when I continue to walk along, she'll run up behind me again.
Nothing seems to phase Ducky. She prances along, barking from to time, hoping that mom or dad will give her a treat.
Not only are the snowbirds gone, but a lot of the residents have left for cooler summers, too. The houses are closed up and vehicles are no longer in the driveways.
Sometimes it gets lonely here in the summer. Pam and Dan have left on an extended RV camping trip. They are always so happy to see me. I wiggle my butt and wag my tail when I see them because they are just so friendly. I think they like me.
Sally and Mike have left for a vacation, too. Hopefully they'll be back soon. I love seeing them on my morning walk. Sally is really good at petting me.
There are still some brave souls, though, who stay here through the hot summer months. Beauty is one of my favorite pals. Sometimes our moms take us to the dog run together. We chase squirrels up trees and along the fences. It's just so much fun.
Dulce is still here, too. We get along together well, and the last time we met in the dog run we played a little bit.
I saw little Snoopy the other day, and we walked together for a bit. Snoopy is so tiny but not afraid of big dogs at all.
The summer folks are starting to trickle in now...maybe some of them will have a dog I can play with.
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post entered every other Wednesday.
Next post: 5/6/12
E-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience." Woodrow Wilson
THIS IS: Go Fetch! Food Drive for Homeless Animals Month
I've been noticing on my morning walks lately how many campers have gone back home for the summer. My canine friends have disappeared along with my human ones. The nice couple from Wisconsin left a few weeks ago, and mom and dad's friends from Ottawa left, too. Just about all mom and dad's euchre friends from Larry to Bev and Bruce to Bernice and Don won't be back until next fall either.
Ducky and Chloe, two very pretty shelties left last week...just when we were getting to be good friends. I think I might miss them the most. Chloe is really funny. She barks and barks at me and follows behind me in the dog run. She's so close that sometimes I can even feel her breath on my butt! But the second I turn around to play with her, she runs away. Then, when I continue to walk along, she'll run up behind me again.
Nothing seems to phase Ducky. She prances along, barking from to time, hoping that mom or dad will give her a treat.
Not only are the snowbirds gone, but a lot of the residents have left for cooler summers, too. The houses are closed up and vehicles are no longer in the driveways.
Sometimes it gets lonely here in the summer. Pam and Dan have left on an extended RV camping trip. They are always so happy to see me. I wiggle my butt and wag my tail when I see them because they are just so friendly. I think they like me.
Sally and Mike have left for a vacation, too. Hopefully they'll be back soon. I love seeing them on my morning walk. Sally is really good at petting me.
There are still some brave souls, though, who stay here through the hot summer months. Beauty is one of my favorite pals. Sometimes our moms take us to the dog run together. We chase squirrels up trees and along the fences. It's just so much fun.
Dulce is still here, too. We get along together well, and the last time we met in the dog run we played a little bit.
I saw little Snoopy the other day, and we walked together for a bit. Snoopy is so tiny but not afraid of big dogs at all.
The summer folks are starting to trickle in now...maybe some of them will have a dog I can play with.
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post entered every other Wednesday.
Next post: 5/6/12
E-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
CELEBRATION OF LIFE
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If the sight of blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive." Eleanora Duse
THIS IS: Couple Appreciation Month
Bette is a resident here at the Cove, and she is battling terminal lymphoma. Rather than have a funeral service when the time comes, her husband hosted a Celebration of Life Memorial. I have never attended a Celebration of Life before, so I didn't know what to expect. My thoughts circled around a mingling event. I envisioned Bette sitting in a comfortable chair being greeted by family, friends, and acquaintances. I pictured guests standing together in small groups trading Bette stories.
That wasn't the case. During the Life Memorial, personal letters from friends and family were read, a flutist played, a song was sung. It was truly a Celebration of Life. Bette's life. I am sorry that I never got to know Bette better than I did. What I witnessed, and felt, at this Celebration was a beautiful Life Memorial with love encompassing the room.
I learned a lot about Bette that afternoon. She is an extraordinary wife and mom who took in three stepsons. She is a true and faithful friend to so many. She was a body builder. Her landscaping could probably have won awards. There are more dimensions to Bette than I ever could have imagined.
When Bette entered the room, I could almost hear her thinking, "Are all of these people here for me?"
Yes, Bette. We were.
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If the sight of blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive." Eleanora Duse
THIS IS: Couple Appreciation Month
Bette is a resident here at the Cove, and she is battling terminal lymphoma. Rather than have a funeral service when the time comes, her husband hosted a Celebration of Life Memorial. I have never attended a Celebration of Life before, so I didn't know what to expect. My thoughts circled around a mingling event. I envisioned Bette sitting in a comfortable chair being greeted by family, friends, and acquaintances. I pictured guests standing together in small groups trading Bette stories.
That wasn't the case. During the Life Memorial, personal letters from friends and family were read, a flutist played, a song was sung. It was truly a Celebration of Life. Bette's life. I am sorry that I never got to know Bette better than I did. What I witnessed, and felt, at this Celebration was a beautiful Life Memorial with love encompassing the room.
I learned a lot about Bette that afternoon. She is an extraordinary wife and mom who took in three stepsons. She is a true and faithful friend to so many. She was a body builder. Her landscaping could probably have won awards. There are more dimensions to Bette than I ever could have imagined.
When Bette entered the room, I could almost hear her thinking, "Are all of these people here for me?"
Yes, Bette. We were.
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Wednesday, April 4, 2012
SENSITIVITY
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Until you have loved an animal, part of your soul will have remained dormant." Anatole France, French poet, journalist, & novelist
TODAY IS: National Day of Hope
Our pets are so in tune to our moods that I swear, that even though they can't speak our language, they understand everything we do and say. Really, they do. How does Daisy know I'm a bit ticked off at Don but Don doesn't even have a clue? He'll look at me and ask, "Is something wrong?" Well, yeah.
Don and I had a spat the other night. We raised our voices a bit. Our pets wanted no part of it. Mickey and Minnie ran and hid. Daisy cowered and thought it was her fault. Don and I do just about anything we can to avoid a disagreement. It upsets the kids!
I think our pets actually read our moods. They can sense when we're sad, ill, tired, or happy.
A while ago I overdid it on the yard work. (I was working in full Florida sun.) I was feeling dizzy, weak, and nauseous, and I couldn't catch my breath. Don sat with me on the settee, and Daisy put her head on my knees, and then she took off running.
Our sweet Daisy came back to me and dropped her favorite toy on my lap. It was such a beautiful gesture because Daisy will NOT give up her toys without a fight.
I had a string of bad headaches and migraines for a couple of weeks. Add to that big allergy problems, and I wasn't the most congenial person around. How Don put up with me is another story, but our pets were real troopers.
Daisy was more sensitive to my moods than ever. Minnie laid near me on the sofa. This was huge because, although Minnie is a little angel, her affection is not given lightly. Mickey rubbed against me and purred so loud that I thought my neighbors heard him.
Pay attention to your pets and note how they react to your moods. You'll find they are a lot more understanding of us, and they can "read" us a lot better, than we can read them.
P.S. I received the news yesterday that one of my younger brothers was in an ATV accident. He is in critical condition on a ventilator and dialysis machine. After my brother, Billy, telephoned me to tell me what happened, I relayed what I knew to Don, who was sitting next to me on the sofa. Daisy, understanding the tones in my voice, gently came to my other side and laid quietly next to me. Her sensitivity amazes me.
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Until you have loved an animal, part of your soul will have remained dormant." Anatole France, French poet, journalist, & novelist
TODAY IS: National Day of Hope
Our pets are so in tune to our moods that I swear, that even though they can't speak our language, they understand everything we do and say. Really, they do. How does Daisy know I'm a bit ticked off at Don but Don doesn't even have a clue? He'll look at me and ask, "Is something wrong?" Well, yeah.
Don and I had a spat the other night. We raised our voices a bit. Our pets wanted no part of it. Mickey and Minnie ran and hid. Daisy cowered and thought it was her fault. Don and I do just about anything we can to avoid a disagreement. It upsets the kids!
I think our pets actually read our moods. They can sense when we're sad, ill, tired, or happy.
A while ago I overdid it on the yard work. (I was working in full Florida sun.) I was feeling dizzy, weak, and nauseous, and I couldn't catch my breath. Don sat with me on the settee, and Daisy put her head on my knees, and then she took off running.
Our sweet Daisy came back to me and dropped her favorite toy on my lap. It was such a beautiful gesture because Daisy will NOT give up her toys without a fight.
I had a string of bad headaches and migraines for a couple of weeks. Add to that big allergy problems, and I wasn't the most congenial person around. How Don put up with me is another story, but our pets were real troopers.
Daisy was more sensitive to my moods than ever. Minnie laid near me on the sofa. This was huge because, although Minnie is a little angel, her affection is not given lightly. Mickey rubbed against me and purred so loud that I thought my neighbors heard him.
Pay attention to your pets and note how they react to your moods. You'll find they are a lot more understanding of us, and they can "read" us a lot better, than we can read them.
P.S. I received the news yesterday that one of my younger brothers was in an ATV accident. He is in critical condition on a ventilator and dialysis machine. After my brother, Billy, telephoned me to tell me what happened, I relayed what I knew to Don, who was sitting next to me on the sofa. Daisy, understanding the tones in my voice, gently came to my other side and laid quietly next to me. Her sensitivity amazes me.
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Wednesday, March 21, 2012
HELP - HE'S RETIRED!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A retired husband is often a wife's full-time job." Ella Harris
TODAY IS: Memory Day
THIS IS: National Animal Poison Prevention Week
Don retired last July. Everyone kept telling me he'd be underfoot and bugging me all the time. One woman told me her husband tried to tell her how to clean the house after he retired. She handed him the mop and told him to go ahead and do it his way.
When Don and I moved to the Cove permanently a little over three years ago, he was able to work from home four days a week. He would get up at ten a.m. and work until six or seven p.m.
That schedule was fine with me. I still had my freedom and my days all to myself. The only difference was that I was making lunch for two instead of one. So, when Don retired, not much changed. Well, not at first.
In the beginning, Don spent a lot of time on his computer reading blogs and cleaning out his files. He even played video games. I was still able to maintain my pre-retirement schedule. I had my cleaning day, my grocery shopping day, and my day to run errands.
Slowly, though, things started to change. Instead of going to the movies on Sunday afternoons, Don discovered that Tuesdays are senior days at the Downtown Disney AMC. Okay. That made sense. We could save a few bucks.
The next change he made was when we'd be going to the Disney theme parks. Why should we battle the huge crowds on weekends when we could battle slightly smaller crowds during the week? Well, that made sense, too.
Then Don thought we should also get Sea World and Busch Gardens annual passes. Tampa Bay Lightning hockey games were also thrown into the mix. (At least the hockey games were on a schedule.)
I am a person who works best on a schedule. I like to plan my week in advance...errands on Monday, groceries on Thursday, etc. I liked having my down time, too. I need time to read, write, garden, and have lunch with friends.
I was flustered and a bit annoyed at Don when he'd say something like, "Let's go to Animal Kingdom tomorrow?"
I'd answer, "I have grocery shopping to do."
"Do it Friday," he'd say.
Does this man not know me? Haven't we been married for close to 24 years? I have a schedule to keep!
It has taken a while, but I must admit that I'm adjusting nicely to this new life Don has created for us. I will even go so far as to say that I am really enjoying all of this busyness.
However, I am drawing the line at Universal...as much as I love them, please, no more theme parks.
P.S. Daisy benefits from her dad's retirement, too...he spends a lot more time with her!
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A retired husband is often a wife's full-time job." Ella Harris
TODAY IS: Memory Day
THIS IS: National Animal Poison Prevention Week
Don retired last July. Everyone kept telling me he'd be underfoot and bugging me all the time. One woman told me her husband tried to tell her how to clean the house after he retired. She handed him the mop and told him to go ahead and do it his way.
When Don and I moved to the Cove permanently a little over three years ago, he was able to work from home four days a week. He would get up at ten a.m. and work until six or seven p.m.
That schedule was fine with me. I still had my freedom and my days all to myself. The only difference was that I was making lunch for two instead of one. So, when Don retired, not much changed. Well, not at first.
In the beginning, Don spent a lot of time on his computer reading blogs and cleaning out his files. He even played video games. I was still able to maintain my pre-retirement schedule. I had my cleaning day, my grocery shopping day, and my day to run errands.
Slowly, though, things started to change. Instead of going to the movies on Sunday afternoons, Don discovered that Tuesdays are senior days at the Downtown Disney AMC. Okay. That made sense. We could save a few bucks.
The next change he made was when we'd be going to the Disney theme parks. Why should we battle the huge crowds on weekends when we could battle slightly smaller crowds during the week? Well, that made sense, too.
Then Don thought we should also get Sea World and Busch Gardens annual passes. Tampa Bay Lightning hockey games were also thrown into the mix. (At least the hockey games were on a schedule.)
I am a person who works best on a schedule. I like to plan my week in advance...errands on Monday, groceries on Thursday, etc. I liked having my down time, too. I need time to read, write, garden, and have lunch with friends.
I was flustered and a bit annoyed at Don when he'd say something like, "Let's go to Animal Kingdom tomorrow?"
I'd answer, "I have grocery shopping to do."
"Do it Friday," he'd say.
Does this man not know me? Haven't we been married for close to 24 years? I have a schedule to keep!
It has taken a while, but I must admit that I'm adjusting nicely to this new life Don has created for us. I will even go so far as to say that I am really enjoying all of this busyness.
However, I am drawing the line at Universal...as much as I love them, please, no more theme parks.
P.S. Daisy benefits from her dad's retirement, too...he spends a lot more time with her!
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Wednesday, March 7, 2012
LAUGH OUT LOUD!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book." Irish Proverb
THIS IS: Professional Pet Sitters Week
We all enjoy a good, hearty laugh. Laughter reduces stress and tension, relaxes the entire body, boosts our energy, and can even protect our hearts.
Daisy Dog makes me and Don laugh out loud on a regular basis. Here's Daisy to tell you why.
The other day mom was standing in the bathroom facing her vanity table which has a big glass mirror on it. When I looked at the vanity, I saw another human in the room. In order to protect mom, I growled at that intruder and bared my teeth. I was ready to attack.
Mom didn't know what I was protecting her from until she looked at the vanity and saw the intruder, too. But instead of running from danger, she broke out into a fit of laughter. When mom left the room, the intruder was gone. She told dad about the intruder, and all he did was laugh, too. Go figure.
Then there was the time mom left the laundry basket on the floor in the kitchen. I pulled out this black strappy thing that she calls a bra and started slinging it around. I didn't like it when the straps caught around my nose. It took a while to get it untangled, and when it fell to the floor I let it stay there. I didn't want to get trapped again. I went back to the laundry basket and found a pair of dad's undies. I had so much fun gnawing at them and shaking them all about. There were no straps on those.
When Cyndy and Don got home, I heard the usual, "Look what Daisy got into this time." But they were too busy laughing at the extra leg holes I put in dad's undies for either of them to scold me.
Most recently, though, dad left the bedroom door open again by mistake. And we all know I can't resist the bathroom. When mom and dad came home, they didn't think my antics were so funny. Here's mom to tell you why because I'd just as soon forget it all happened.
There were a few things out of place when Don and I got home, and Daisy found a few familiar items in the bathroom she'd gotten into before. The Mickey we keep in the bathroom was now in the dining room along with my hair brush. Nothing was destroyed, so we didn't bother to scold Daisy. After all, it was Don's fault that the bedroom door was left open.
But then I saw a white blob on the carpet. Upon further inspection, I found it was a half-eaten bar of bath soap! Lever 2000 to be exact. I had just replaced that bar of soap in the shower that same morning. To make sure I wasn't hallucinating or something, I hurried to the bathroom and peeked into the shower. Sure enough, the soap was missing.
First, I scolded Daisy but good. Then I gave her a lecture about staying out of the bathroom and away from dangerous objects. She sat and listened attentively. I didn't know if the soap would kill her or just make her deathly ill. She was lively, playful, and ate all her food. She did drink a lot of water, but she showed absolutely no signs of distress...until the next day.
Yes, folks. Daisy pooped white, bubbly foam for two days!
One friend told us, "She'll be fine. It's amazing what lead stomachs dogs have." Another told us, "At least her digestive tract was getting a good cleaning."
But another friend said it best. "Well, at least her poop won't stink for a few days!"
Once Daisy was back to normal, that's when Don and I could really laugh out loud at the situation. Daisy laughed right along with us.
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book." Irish Proverb
THIS IS: Professional Pet Sitters Week
We all enjoy a good, hearty laugh. Laughter reduces stress and tension, relaxes the entire body, boosts our energy, and can even protect our hearts.
Daisy Dog makes me and Don laugh out loud on a regular basis. Here's Daisy to tell you why.
The other day mom was standing in the bathroom facing her vanity table which has a big glass mirror on it. When I looked at the vanity, I saw another human in the room. In order to protect mom, I growled at that intruder and bared my teeth. I was ready to attack.
Mom didn't know what I was protecting her from until she looked at the vanity and saw the intruder, too. But instead of running from danger, she broke out into a fit of laughter. When mom left the room, the intruder was gone. She told dad about the intruder, and all he did was laugh, too. Go figure.
Then there was the time mom left the laundry basket on the floor in the kitchen. I pulled out this black strappy thing that she calls a bra and started slinging it around. I didn't like it when the straps caught around my nose. It took a while to get it untangled, and when it fell to the floor I let it stay there. I didn't want to get trapped again. I went back to the laundry basket and found a pair of dad's undies. I had so much fun gnawing at them and shaking them all about. There were no straps on those.
When Cyndy and Don got home, I heard the usual, "Look what Daisy got into this time." But they were too busy laughing at the extra leg holes I put in dad's undies for either of them to scold me.
Most recently, though, dad left the bedroom door open again by mistake. And we all know I can't resist the bathroom. When mom and dad came home, they didn't think my antics were so funny. Here's mom to tell you why because I'd just as soon forget it all happened.
There were a few things out of place when Don and I got home, and Daisy found a few familiar items in the bathroom she'd gotten into before. The Mickey we keep in the bathroom was now in the dining room along with my hair brush. Nothing was destroyed, so we didn't bother to scold Daisy. After all, it was Don's fault that the bedroom door was left open.
But then I saw a white blob on the carpet. Upon further inspection, I found it was a half-eaten bar of bath soap! Lever 2000 to be exact. I had just replaced that bar of soap in the shower that same morning. To make sure I wasn't hallucinating or something, I hurried to the bathroom and peeked into the shower. Sure enough, the soap was missing.
First, I scolded Daisy but good. Then I gave her a lecture about staying out of the bathroom and away from dangerous objects. She sat and listened attentively. I didn't know if the soap would kill her or just make her deathly ill. She was lively, playful, and ate all her food. She did drink a lot of water, but she showed absolutely no signs of distress...until the next day.
Yes, folks. Daisy pooped white, bubbly foam for two days!
One friend told us, "She'll be fine. It's amazing what lead stomachs dogs have." Another told us, "At least her digestive tract was getting a good cleaning."
But another friend said it best. "Well, at least her poop won't stink for a few days!"
Once Daisy was back to normal, that's when Don and I could really laugh out loud at the situation. Daisy laughed right along with us.
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012
LET'S PARTY!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If you are a host to your guest, be a host to his dog also." Russian Proverb
THIS IS: Dog Training Education Month
Last year, there was a doggie birthday party here at the Cove for Millie and Dulce. I hadn't been with mom and dad for more than a few months, but they trusted me to go off-leash, hoping I wouldn't run away from the party.
Gosh. Why would I? I got to run around and play with all of my fur friends and even make some new ones.
But that wasn't the best part. The best part was all the hot dogs everyone was feeding me. Well, okay, I may have stolen a few off the grill and two or three off people's plates. However, in my defense, those hot dogs were at eye level and totally impossible for me to resist!
This year there was another birthday party for Millie and Dulce. I was so looking forward to this event so I could see all of my friends, fur and human, in one big place.
Mom and dad let me go off-leash again. Of course I ran right to the grill, but dad was keeping an eye on me. I had to be careful about sneaking a hot dog off the grill. Mom was busy socializing and not paying any attention to me.
All right. I will admit that I went a little wild at the party this year. But again people had plates of food on their laps. I mean, really, those hot dogs were there for the taking...and I did. Some people thought it was funny, and I loved entertaining them.
Then I saw one of the hosts go over and talk to mom. It wasn't looking good for me. I saw the leash in mom's hand. When mom started looking for me, I kept running around to avoid her. When she called dad over, I knew I was in trouble. I avoided him, too.
When mom bent down and called me, she had a hot dog in her hand this time. She was going to feed me! I went running to her. That's when she grabbed my collar and leashed me. Mom tricked me, and I fell for it.
For the rest of the time, I was on-leash. I still had a good time, and I was even able to take a special birthday dog treat home with me.
Yet I wonder, will I be invited to next year's party?
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If you are a host to your guest, be a host to his dog also." Russian Proverb
THIS IS: Dog Training Education Month
Last year, there was a doggie birthday party here at the Cove for Millie and Dulce. I hadn't been with mom and dad for more than a few months, but they trusted me to go off-leash, hoping I wouldn't run away from the party.
Gosh. Why would I? I got to run around and play with all of my fur friends and even make some new ones.
But that wasn't the best part. The best part was all the hot dogs everyone was feeding me. Well, okay, I may have stolen a few off the grill and two or three off people's plates. However, in my defense, those hot dogs were at eye level and totally impossible for me to resist!
This year there was another birthday party for Millie and Dulce. I was so looking forward to this event so I could see all of my friends, fur and human, in one big place.
Mom and dad let me go off-leash again. Of course I ran right to the grill, but dad was keeping an eye on me. I had to be careful about sneaking a hot dog off the grill. Mom was busy socializing and not paying any attention to me.
All right. I will admit that I went a little wild at the party this year. But again people had plates of food on their laps. I mean, really, those hot dogs were there for the taking...and I did. Some people thought it was funny, and I loved entertaining them.
Then I saw one of the hosts go over and talk to mom. It wasn't looking good for me. I saw the leash in mom's hand. When mom started looking for me, I kept running around to avoid her. When she called dad over, I knew I was in trouble. I avoided him, too.
When mom bent down and called me, she had a hot dog in her hand this time. She was going to feed me! I went running to her. That's when she grabbed my collar and leashed me. Mom tricked me, and I fell for it.
For the rest of the time, I was on-leash. I still had a good time, and I was even able to take a special birthday dog treat home with me.
Yet I wonder, will I be invited to next year's party?
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Wednesday, February 8, 2012
BEST FRIENDS
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "One dog barks at something, the rest bark at him." Chinese Proverb
THIS IS: Responsible Pet Owner's Month
I can't complain. Mom and dad are really good to me. I get meals and treats, and lots of hugs and kisses. They make sure I get plenty of exercise and fresh air every day. Like clockwork, mom takes me on a morning walk...no matter what the weather.
On cold, wintry mornings, well, cold by Floridian standards, mom dons a warm jacket, a scarf, gloves, and...sandals. Yes, sandals. We are, after all, in Florida. Her toes may get cold, but, as mom says, at least she's "not trudging through snow"...whatever that is. All I know is that mom and dad hate the snow, sleet, and slush. So I'm glad she doesn't have to trudge through snow.
Mom and dad also make sure I get the right food for a healthy and strong body. I also get plenty of treats!
But sometimes mom and dad go away, and they need to take me to day care. They do this sometimes when they go to one of those theme parks that have all the stuffed Mickey toys that don't squeak.
I heard mom tell dad one day that they only allow service animals in the parks. Mom told me that if I wasn't so excitable, she'd put me in a harness and pretend I was a service dog in training so I could go with them.
Mom trained me to heel while wearing a harness, and I learned quickly how to walk properly on a leash. I remember wiggling all over the place trying to avoid that harness. I really hated it. I think it's best I don't go with them to theme parks. Even I know that just wouldn't work.
So when mom and dad think I need doggie day care, they take me to Best Friends Pet Care. It's a fun place to go, and they have all sorts of activities. Of course my favorite is group play. I love playing chase with the other canines.
Recently, though, I had to spend the night there. The accommodations were nice, and I was well-cared for. I was just a tiny bit worried, though, that mom and dad might not come back for me since a few other owners left me at the SPCA and didn't come back. But then I remembered that mom and dad came back for me other times. I just knew they'd come back for me again.
I wasn't disappointed. When the counselor came back to my cage with leash in hand, I knew mom and dad were waiting out front for me. I practically dragged the nice girl down the hall in an effort to get to them faster. When I saw mom and dad, I wagged my tail so hard mom almost fell over. I even licked mom's make-up right off her face. She gave me hugs and kisses, and I was jumping all over her.
On the drive home, mom read off my report card that Best Friends had given her. It told mom and dad that I ate all my food, and that I "enjoyed the outdoors and the beautiful weather." And, I was feeling pretty proud when mom read to dad that my personality was "happy, friendly, and energetic."
But after reading to dad that my favorite activities were "wrestling with my friends" and that I liked to "cuddle with my counselor", mom became a little sad.
When dad asked why she was sad when I obviously had a good time, she said, "Daisy didn't miss us."
"Of course she did," dad said. "Why do you think that?"
"Because there wasn't a check mark on the report card where it said that I 'enjoyed myself, but missed you.'"
I snuggled up to mom, gave her a bunch more kisses and wagged my tail wildly to show her how much I missed her. Mom smiled and petted me. I think she understood.
But I gotta admit, I really had a lot of fun at the kennel, too!
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Next entry: 2/22/2012
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "One dog barks at something, the rest bark at him." Chinese Proverb
THIS IS: Responsible Pet Owner's Month
I can't complain. Mom and dad are really good to me. I get meals and treats, and lots of hugs and kisses. They make sure I get plenty of exercise and fresh air every day. Like clockwork, mom takes me on a morning walk...no matter what the weather.
On cold, wintry mornings, well, cold by Floridian standards, mom dons a warm jacket, a scarf, gloves, and...sandals. Yes, sandals. We are, after all, in Florida. Her toes may get cold, but, as mom says, at least she's "not trudging through snow"...whatever that is. All I know is that mom and dad hate the snow, sleet, and slush. So I'm glad she doesn't have to trudge through snow.
Mom and dad also make sure I get the right food for a healthy and strong body. I also get plenty of treats!
But sometimes mom and dad go away, and they need to take me to day care. They do this sometimes when they go to one of those theme parks that have all the stuffed Mickey toys that don't squeak.
I heard mom tell dad one day that they only allow service animals in the parks. Mom told me that if I wasn't so excitable, she'd put me in a harness and pretend I was a service dog in training so I could go with them.
Mom trained me to heel while wearing a harness, and I learned quickly how to walk properly on a leash. I remember wiggling all over the place trying to avoid that harness. I really hated it. I think it's best I don't go with them to theme parks. Even I know that just wouldn't work.
So when mom and dad think I need doggie day care, they take me to Best Friends Pet Care. It's a fun place to go, and they have all sorts of activities. Of course my favorite is group play. I love playing chase with the other canines.
Recently, though, I had to spend the night there. The accommodations were nice, and I was well-cared for. I was just a tiny bit worried, though, that mom and dad might not come back for me since a few other owners left me at the SPCA and didn't come back. But then I remembered that mom and dad came back for me other times. I just knew they'd come back for me again.
I wasn't disappointed. When the counselor came back to my cage with leash in hand, I knew mom and dad were waiting out front for me. I practically dragged the nice girl down the hall in an effort to get to them faster. When I saw mom and dad, I wagged my tail so hard mom almost fell over. I even licked mom's make-up right off her face. She gave me hugs and kisses, and I was jumping all over her.
On the drive home, mom read off my report card that Best Friends had given her. It told mom and dad that I ate all my food, and that I "enjoyed the outdoors and the beautiful weather." And, I was feeling pretty proud when mom read to dad that my personality was "happy, friendly, and energetic."
But after reading to dad that my favorite activities were "wrestling with my friends" and that I liked to "cuddle with my counselor", mom became a little sad.
When dad asked why she was sad when I obviously had a good time, she said, "Daisy didn't miss us."
"Of course she did," dad said. "Why do you think that?"
"Because there wasn't a check mark on the report card where it said that I 'enjoyed myself, but missed you.'"
I snuggled up to mom, gave her a bunch more kisses and wagged my tail wildly to show her how much I missed her. Mom smiled and petted me. I think she understood.
But I gotta admit, I really had a lot of fun at the kennel, too!
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Next entry: 2/22/2012
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Wednesday, January 25, 2012
I'M FREE Continued...
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A dog is not almost-human, and I know of no greater insult to the canine race than to describe it as such." John Holmes
THIS IS: The Year of the Dragon - The Chinese New Year started Monday.
When mom came home, she just stood in the kitchen with her mouth agape. She looked around the rooms, and mumbled, "How did Daisy get this? How did Daisy get that?" Dad was just too stunned to say anything as he walked through the house.
It was so much fun, I'll tell you how I got this and that.
As soon as I broke free from the porch, I ran to the front window. I was pretty sad when I saw the car pull away from the house, but I decided to make the best of being alone and explore my surroundings.
The first thing I did was roam the house looking for my fur siblings. They must have been playing hide n' seek because I couldn't find them in the kitchen, living room, or dining room. Next I went into the rooms that were usually off limits. I couldn't find Mickey or Minnie anywhere.
I moved on to something new and checked out the bathroom. I struck gold.
I found this thing that when I looked at it on one side, another dog was looking back at me. Another playmate! But when I ran, it didn't chase me. I finally went back into the bathroom, picked up that creature, and brought it into the dining room. No matter how much I barked at it and tried to egg it on, it just laid there on the rug. I guess it didn't want to play.
The next think I found in the bathroom was something mom used on her head to make her hair look pretty. I tried using it on my fur, but I couldn't get it to work. That's okay because these bristle things that stuck out of it kept sticking me in my eyes.
A couple of weeks ago mom brought home a stuffed animal squeaky toy for me. I love tossing it up in the air and catching it. I looked for it, but I couldn't find it. But boy, did I ever find lots of other stuffed toys. I remembered that mom called them "Mickeys".
She has Chef Mickey, Firefighter Mickey, Director Mickey, and Snowman Mickey, just to name a few. Most of them are too high for me to reach, but when I put my paws up on the buffet table, I'm able to reach Monkey Mickey, Elephant Mickey, and Zebra Mickey. Those toys were fun to play with, but they didn't squeak.
I stood near the side door, and I realized that mom and dad have been gone, like, forever. I really missed them. But rather than sit around and pout because I didn't get to go with them, I decided to see what else they left for me to play with. They are so considerate.
I stuck my head in a wastepaper basket. How did they know I love playing with tissues and napkins? Shredding them was just too much fun. It looked like New Year's Eve with confetti all over the room.
In the kitchen I saw a small box of green stuff on the island. It was a box of Jell-O. Dad likes Jell-O after dinner, and I thought I'd like it, too. I stretched and stretched my front paws on the island, and when I finally reached the box, I batted it to the floor.
I no sooner got my teeth into the box when I heard a car coming down the street. I dropped the green box on the floor and ran to the window. Yeah...mom and dad were finally home!
As I waited by the door, I couldn't wait for them to see how I amused myself and what a good dog I'd been while they were gone.
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post entered every other Wednesday. If you would like to subscribe so you don't miss a posting, send an e-mail to daisydog1@cfl.rr.com with "subscribe" in the subject box. Ditto to "unsubscribe."
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A dog is not almost-human, and I know of no greater insult to the canine race than to describe it as such." John Holmes
THIS IS: The Year of the Dragon - The Chinese New Year started Monday.
When mom came home, she just stood in the kitchen with her mouth agape. She looked around the rooms, and mumbled, "How did Daisy get this? How did Daisy get that?" Dad was just too stunned to say anything as he walked through the house.
It was so much fun, I'll tell you how I got this and that.
As soon as I broke free from the porch, I ran to the front window. I was pretty sad when I saw the car pull away from the house, but I decided to make the best of being alone and explore my surroundings.
The first thing I did was roam the house looking for my fur siblings. They must have been playing hide n' seek because I couldn't find them in the kitchen, living room, or dining room. Next I went into the rooms that were usually off limits. I couldn't find Mickey or Minnie anywhere.
I moved on to something new and checked out the bathroom. I struck gold.
I found this thing that when I looked at it on one side, another dog was looking back at me. Another playmate! But when I ran, it didn't chase me. I finally went back into the bathroom, picked up that creature, and brought it into the dining room. No matter how much I barked at it and tried to egg it on, it just laid there on the rug. I guess it didn't want to play.
The next think I found in the bathroom was something mom used on her head to make her hair look pretty. I tried using it on my fur, but I couldn't get it to work. That's okay because these bristle things that stuck out of it kept sticking me in my eyes.
A couple of weeks ago mom brought home a stuffed animal squeaky toy for me. I love tossing it up in the air and catching it. I looked for it, but I couldn't find it. But boy, did I ever find lots of other stuffed toys. I remembered that mom called them "Mickeys".
She has Chef Mickey, Firefighter Mickey, Director Mickey, and Snowman Mickey, just to name a few. Most of them are too high for me to reach, but when I put my paws up on the buffet table, I'm able to reach Monkey Mickey, Elephant Mickey, and Zebra Mickey. Those toys were fun to play with, but they didn't squeak.
I stood near the side door, and I realized that mom and dad have been gone, like, forever. I really missed them. But rather than sit around and pout because I didn't get to go with them, I decided to see what else they left for me to play with. They are so considerate.
I stuck my head in a wastepaper basket. How did they know I love playing with tissues and napkins? Shredding them was just too much fun. It looked like New Year's Eve with confetti all over the room.
In the kitchen I saw a small box of green stuff on the island. It was a box of Jell-O. Dad likes Jell-O after dinner, and I thought I'd like it, too. I stretched and stretched my front paws on the island, and when I finally reached the box, I batted it to the floor.
I no sooner got my teeth into the box when I heard a car coming down the street. I dropped the green box on the floor and ran to the window. Yeah...mom and dad were finally home!
As I waited by the door, I couldn't wait for them to see how I amused myself and what a good dog I'd been while they were gone.
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
I'M FREE!!!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater...suggest that he wear a tail." Fran Lebowitz
THIS IS: Be Kind To Food Servers Month
My freedom...It didn't happen overnight, but it started there.
On our way home from the animal shelter, mom and dad stopped at a pet store. There were aisles and aisles of foods and toys and treats and beds. Other dogs were in the store with their moms and dads, too. This place looked like fun.
Mom and dad took me down the toy aisle, and much to my approval, dad picked out a round, green doughnut toy that squeaked and a tug-of-war rope. Then we headed to the back of the store.
Mom and dad were looking at...oh, no, say it isn't so...cages. I tried to pull them back to the toys, but dad held firmly on my leash. When we left the pet store, we had the toys and a cage. Mom and dad kept calling it a kennel. Duh, I knew it was a cage. I was just rescued from one.
I gotta admit, though, that when mom and dad brought me home from the animal shelter, I was a bit...okay, a lot...wild. In my defense, I really didn't know any better.
Being in that cage really wasn't that bad. I was only caged at night when mom and dad went to bed or when they left the house without me. I had fresh water and a soft bed inside, and I always got a couple of treats. I was trying to be a good girl, so I always went into the cage willingly. I would curl up in a corner and patiently wait for mom and dad to come home.
After several weeks of being a good girl, dad didn't cage me when he went to bed one night. I was able to sleep next to him and mom on their warm and snugly bed. I must have done something right because, after that, I wasn't caged at night any longer.
It took a bit of coaxing, but mom finally talked dad into leaving me free to roam on the porch when they went out on an errand. They told me to be a good dog as they tossed me a treat, shut the French doors, and left the house.
They were hardly out of the driveway when I pushed those doors open with my snout. Oh boy...I had the entire house to myself. This was going to be fun! Mom and dad were going to be so surprised when they came home to see how well I could entertain myself.
But when mom walked into the house, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw what I found to play with. To be continued...
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater...suggest that he wear a tail." Fran Lebowitz
THIS IS: Be Kind To Food Servers Month
My freedom...It didn't happen overnight, but it started there.
On our way home from the animal shelter, mom and dad stopped at a pet store. There were aisles and aisles of foods and toys and treats and beds. Other dogs were in the store with their moms and dads, too. This place looked like fun.
Mom and dad took me down the toy aisle, and much to my approval, dad picked out a round, green doughnut toy that squeaked and a tug-of-war rope. Then we headed to the back of the store.
Mom and dad were looking at...oh, no, say it isn't so...cages. I tried to pull them back to the toys, but dad held firmly on my leash. When we left the pet store, we had the toys and a cage. Mom and dad kept calling it a kennel. Duh, I knew it was a cage. I was just rescued from one.
I gotta admit, though, that when mom and dad brought me home from the animal shelter, I was a bit...okay, a lot...wild. In my defense, I really didn't know any better.
Being in that cage really wasn't that bad. I was only caged at night when mom and dad went to bed or when they left the house without me. I had fresh water and a soft bed inside, and I always got a couple of treats. I was trying to be a good girl, so I always went into the cage willingly. I would curl up in a corner and patiently wait for mom and dad to come home.
After several weeks of being a good girl, dad didn't cage me when he went to bed one night. I was able to sleep next to him and mom on their warm and snugly bed. I must have done something right because, after that, I wasn't caged at night any longer.
It took a bit of coaxing, but mom finally talked dad into leaving me free to roam on the porch when they went out on an errand. They told me to be a good dog as they tossed me a treat, shut the French doors, and left the house.
They were hardly out of the driveway when I pushed those doors open with my snout. Oh boy...I had the entire house to myself. This was going to be fun! Mom and dad were going to be so surprised when they came home to see how well I could entertain myself.
But when mom walked into the house, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw what I found to play with. To be continued...
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post entered every other Wednesday. If you would like to subscribe so you don't miss a posting, please send an e-mail to daisydog1@cfl.rr.com with "subscribe" in the subject box. Ditto to "unsubscribe."
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