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.


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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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