THE NEED TO VENT

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "The only disability in life is a bad attitude."  Scott Hamilton

THIS IS:  National Novel Writing Month, Adopt A Senior Pet Month, and Manatee Awareness Month

TODAY IS:  Have A Bad Day Day

Mom and Dad went on a nice vacation a few weeks ago to Las Vegas.  They had a great time, but they left me home.  That's okay, though, because they take me to this really nice place where I get play dates every day.  I love meeting new friends and showing first-timers the ropes.  I am always excited when Mom and Dad come to get me because I hate sleeping alone.

Mom  wants to write something now...she needs to vent.

Don and I went to Sea World a few evenings ago to see their Christmas shows.  A few nights later we went to Disney's Hollywood Studios to see the Christmas lights.     I didn't realize how difficult it was for him to push me in a wheelchair until I got my scooter and had to navigate the crowds myself.

One lady in particular at Sea World really ticked me off.   She cut in front of me and I almost ran into her.  She turned and gave me a nasty glare.  I said,  "I'm sorry I got your way maam." Then I went on my way.  I could feel her glare on my back.

Don says to just ignore those types of people.  This hard for me since I can be combative and very sarcastic.

 One would think children would be the worst offenders, but, not so,  really the adults are worse.  Most kids say "Excuse me "and step out of the way than there parents.   One girl almost walked right in the front of me because she was too busy looking at her cell phone. Did she say anything like sorry or excuse me?  of course not.

Okay. I've had my say.

 Mom does have a point.  People when you're in crowded places with  lots of stuff going on, please pay more attention to the people around you. You'll avoid getting hurt  or hurting someone else.

Love,
  Daisy

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ROLE MODELS

THIS IS:  Adopt A Senior Pet Month

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."  Albert Camus

There are two other pets in this household.  And, they are sort of my of my role models.   One  of them, Mickey, doesn't like me very much. Whenever I walked past him,  he swats at me with his paw.  He doesn't realize  he is declawed.

The other pet, Minnie, likes me... I can tell. She comes up to me, and we are nose to nose.  She's pretty.  She is gray and peach and has a sweet face.   When I  chase them, Minnie knows it's playful.   Mickey's just plain afraid.

 I watch them and learn from them. They are allowed on all the furniture and counters.   One day I saw Minnie on the back of the sofa, and on the window ledge.  When I try to do those things I get scolded.  Granted, the other pets are only 10 to 15 pounds, and I am a hefty 45  pounds.   I saw Mickey  on dad's desk.  I tried it and got a good scolding.   Mickey he still goes there, I don't. 

I saw Minnie on an end table the porch.   Mom  grabbed my collar, pulled me off and told me NO several times when I tried it.  I don't get it.   On the other hand, mom and dad take me outdoors to do my business and let me run.  Those two other pets, don't get to go outside .  Ha!  They have to use an indoor  potty.   My favorite thing to do that those other two can't is to get up the sofa  and wrap my body around mom's back and snuggle up close.  I know Mom  likes it. 

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THE GREAT HUNTER

THIS IS:  Apple Month, Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Adopt a Shelter Dog Month, AIDS Awareness Month

QUOTE OF THE DAY;  "In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.                                                                                                                         W.H. Auden


  Whenever I am outside, I love to chase the gray creatures.   I used to chase lizards, but they are too fast and too small.  I leave that job to Minnie.  The gray creatures have cute, pointy ears and beautiful bushy tails. Mom and dad call them squirrels. 

 When we go to the dog run they are in abundance.   Sometime there are two or three of them, but mostly they are loners.   They are fast, but if they didn't have trees to run and hide in, I know I would catch one.

 Mom says they like to tease me. They sit on a branch and start talking up a storm.   They are noisy.

 There is also a brick fence that they run along. I chase them as far as I can then they jump on a tree.  I tried climbing a tree, but I don't get very high. 

 What would I do if I caught one?  Toss it up in the air, catch it, and strut around proud of the fact that I caught one.   Then I'd take it to mom.   She would be so proud of me.

 I would try to make it squeak, too, just like the ones mom caught and brought home to me for being a good dog.   The ones mom brought home, have the same pointy ears and bushy tails  but they don't run when I go after them.  I wonder why?

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MOM AND THE POO

THIS IS:  AKC Responsible Dog Ownership Month

QUOTE OF THE DAY:   "The more boys I meet, the more I love my dog."    Carrie Underwood


 Mom keeps trying  to become more independent each day.  She likes to try new things to see if she can do them.   Her most recent effort didn't work out too well. She told dad she wanted to take me to the dog run on her own.  Dad  said he'd ride on the back of the golf can't and not help out at all.  And he didn't.   But he did laugh a lot.

Mom  has been driving the golf cart for a few months now with no problems navigating.   She's really good at it. It didn't surprise me or dad when we got to the run safely.

 We pulled into the run and  mom had to close the gate.  she stepped out of the golf cart and waddled to the gate with me on my leash in tow. 

 Okay.  Mission accomplished.   I was let loose to run and chase squirrels.

When I stopped to do my duty,  mom hobbled over and picked it up in the familiar  green bag.  She couldn't close it with one hand,  and I heard dad say, "So now what are you going to do?" and he was laughing.  Somehow she got it right but she couldn't tie it.   She placed the bag in a cup holder until we could get the trash can.  Mom can now pick things up  without losing her balance. I think dad  was impressed when she picked up my poo.

 Mom drove the golf cart and I ran back to gate.  However to get more exercise, mom turned the golf cart around and drove to the other end of the run again. I chased  more squirrels on my run back.

 When we got back to the gate, mom got out of the cart, grabbed the bag, and walked a few steps to the trash can.  It is on an incline, and mom isn't walking too good on those yet,   especially without a cane.  Dad was laughing again and asked what she was going to do with it.  Mom said,  "Bring it home,  of course, for you to take care of."  Dad took the poo bag from mom and placed it in the trash can.

Mom then  put the leash on me, opened the gate, got me into the cart, and then we drove home.

 All and all, I think mom did a good job, but I think it would be much easier for her to take me to the small run in the back near the recycling bins.   Dad agreed.

  I gotta say, mom is trying real hard to help out, but I heard her say to dad,  "How  independent do I really want to be?"

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WHAT NOT TO WEAR

THIS IS:  Happy Cat Month

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "Don't be into trends.  Don't make fashion own you, but 
you decide what you are, what you want to express by the way you dress and the way you live.
                                                                                  Gianni Versace


 Mom was watching Kelly and Michael the other morning when Howie Mandel came to the stage.    She couldn't believe her eyes.   He was wearing a pair of capris.  Where were the fashion police.    What designer made them for men?   When mom goes to a theme park,  she often sees men wearing capris.   She told me Brits seem to wear them the most.  Maybe that explains the trend.   It's not a good look for men. It just looks plain silly.  Mom says there are certain things a man should not wear.  Capris are one of them.   She said you see it all at theme parks.

 Other no-nos:  How about stilettos.   Yes, Mom has seen woman heels.  I bet they don't go on the rides.  Or how about the shorts  (mostly women and a few men)  where the legs ride up to the crotch and get all bunched up.   Isn't that just a bit uncomfortable? How about the shorts that are too tight.  Women - look in the mirror at the rear, too. 

 Also, please wear clothes not pajamas.  I know PJs are comfortable, but to a theme park?  Really?  That's like wearing curlers to the supermarket.  Yeah, Mom has seen it all.

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BAD DOG!!!

Quote of the day: "There's no such thing as a bad dog, just a bad owner." John Grogan (Marley and me)

 This is:  feeding pets of the homeless week


 I was a bad girl last night. Mom and dad went to the grocery store.  Before they left, dad "Daisy - proofed " the house.  He separated me and the cats, he hid the remote and mom's water bottle, and he covered the leather the sofa so I wouldn't scratch it up.

They forgot something though.  A few bottles of moms vitamins the left on the island. As soon as I saw the car pulled away, I got up on my hind legs, front paws on the island, to see what they left me. Usually, it's nothing, so I wait patiently until they get home.

I got one bottle down, but couldn't get it open.  Stupid security seals. I left that bottle on the floor and went for another.  I chewed the top off. These were called CoQ10.  They must be good.  Mom eats one every day.   Pretty purple capsules fell out. I tried one, not bad. I ate the entire bottle.  90 pills .

 When dad came home and saw what I had done, he was furious. I've never been scolded like that before.  He scared me. I was kind of left to myself. I don't like mom and dad being mad at me.  While I was laying peacefully on the living room floor, my tummy gurgled. I threw up right there on the area rug. I went to dad, who was sitting at his desk, he started petting me. I think he was trying to make up with me. I threw up again.  This time on the chair floor pad and on the chairs wheels.  Dad calmly got up, went to the kitchen for paper towels, and cleaned up my mess. Mom was comforting me during cleanup. I really didn't feel very well.

 Dad checked the Internet to see if the CoQ10 was toxic.  Apparently not.  But too much can cause vomiting and/or diarrhea. 

 I am always ashamed of myself after I do something bad, but my tummy hurt,and that was punishment enough.

 Maybe I'll become famous if dad puts me on the web as one of the bad does with a sign that reads,
"I ate all of moms CoQ10.  I'm a bad dog."


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SHOPPING FUN

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open ."   John Barrymore

THIS IS:  happiness happens month (www.sohp.com) Secret Society of Happy People

 Several weeks ago, mom went shopping with daughter-in-law, Dani I will let her tell you about it.

 Don and son Mike  took the kids,  Owen and Sydney, to the movies while Dani and I went to have a girls day and  shop and spend money. We arrived at the outlet mall a little before 10 o'clock , which I thought was early, but the parking lot was practically filled.

The first order of  yhe day was to get me settled in the wheelchair. Dani had to put the foot rests on.  Her first try was upside down and we giggled as we tried to picture me putting my feet upside down and her pushing me from store to store.  Dani got it right on the second try and we were on our way.

 Where to start first.  There were so many shops. 126 according to the website.  We could do real damage to the credit cards.  Our first purchase was in Vera Bradley.   We stopped in the Guess store and I found a pretty black blouse.  We saw pull-up  jean's on the rack.They were so cute.   We took size large into the dressing room and that's when  the fun began. I tried on the first pair and couldn't get them up over my hips. Dani's turn and she had the same problem. It was too funny.   Two grown  women  trying on clothes sized for a 12-year-old.

 It was kind of comical watching Dani  struggle to open a door  while keeping her hand on the wheelchair so I didn't go rolling backwards. The task is somewhat undefeatable without help.  But plenty of people offer their services and if they didn't, Dani would just ask a stranger for help.   Even at lunch, a stranger helped us out.  Every table was taken and Dani and I were   weighing our options when a woman at a table asked if we'd like hers.  She said she was getting ready to leave.  iI was perfect.

 As we were leaving, I  took us to the wrong parking lot. Dani was pushing the wheelchair with her arms loaded with shopping bags from Aerosol and Coach. We both  bought shoes and purses.   (What woman in her right mind can pass up a 50% off sale, especially in Coach.)   What we didn't realize was that the wheelchair wheels were rubbing against the shopping bags and tearing them.  It had rained.  We got to the car and one bag completely fell apart.  The contents fell onto the wet pavement. Shoes  and a purse together with a receipt fell onto the road, and of course into a puddle.  A nice family walking by helped us pick up the boxes but I couldn't stop laughing. ( I'm laughing now picturing the scenario.")

It was a fun filled girl's day out of shopping and lunch.  We are already looking forward to next year's visit.

The ride home is another story.  Accidents, detours and not fun.

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HELICOPTER OR VELCRO?

Quotes of the day: " A wise man adapts himself to circumstances as water shapes itself to the vessel that contain it." Chinese proverb

 "Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune ."   William Jones


This is:  National Zoo Keeper week  ( July 21 through 27 )  Also, National Dog House Repairs,  Grilling,  Ice Cream,  Blueberry, and Hot Dog month

There are helicopter moms and Velcro dogs.  I am proud to announce that I am a Velcro dog.



I love mom and dad. I know they think I am a pain in the arf, arf, sometimes, but I'm just trying to protect them. I follow them all over the house just to make sure they are safe.

I follow my into the bathroom, and when it is shower time, I try to get in the stall, too.  Dad locks me out of the room.

 When mom is walking around the house, I try to anticipate her destination. I know her routine so I am usually right.  Although she won't admit it.  I need to be near  mom in case she needs me.  Once, she fell on the porch. I laid next to her head so she could use my body as a pillow until someone came to help her up.

 When it's my suppertime, I show her where my dry food is stored. I know she needs me for that. I walk so close to her that she can feel my fur tickle her legs.

 When mom is alone in the house I am especially on guard. I hear a golf cart drive by and I bark and check the windows for intruders. I do the same when I hear a car drive by. When I see a person go by, I bark until they are out of sight to scare them away from the house.  Every now and then, mom's friend Jan comes to visit.  I am very excited for the company. Jan usually brings me treats.

 Mom hasn't fallen a long time,so I must be doing something right to keep her out of trouble.

 When mom sits on the sofa, I curl up behind her and wrapped my body around her. I know she likes that because she hugs and pets me. 

 When mom needs dad to come to her, she calls out " Don".  Just in case he didn't hear her, I bark until he comes to the room. I'm just trying to help. If he  doesn't come fast enough, I go and get him.( remember Lassie ) 

 Sometimes I get scolded for doing these things, but lots of times I get hugs and pets and "good girl".
I am not going to stop looking after Mom.  She needs me to look after her like I need her to look after me. I think we make a pretty good team.

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QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear."  Dave Barry

THIS IS:  Dog days of Summer (July 3
to August 11)


ARF,ARF, ARF. I was so excited last week to be going on a car trip.  It didn't even bother me that it was to the vet.

 I was weighed in, had my heart listen to, had my ears and eyes checked, and then that stick was stuck up my rear. ARF, ARF, ARF.  I needed my kennel medication. It was stuck up my nose. I was none too happy with that.

I thought we were done. I was ready to go. then I heard the words I hate. Mom said, "Daisy needs her nails clipped ."

ARF, ARF, ARF. I'd show them. meanies!  ARF, ARF, ARF. (Mom and dad didn't know I could use swearwords .)

 I think that the Vet was very proud of himself.  But I showed him my teeth and scared him.  Little did he know that I wouldn't really bite him,  But he hurt me.  My toenail bled.  When he tried to put antiseptic and my nail, I bucked.  He got scared again and had mom put a muzzle on me. That didn't last long, it was humiliating.  I pawed it off in record time.  But in the meantime, the Vet won that round.  He got the medication on me.

 For good measure, I showed him my teeth again. he went slinking to the back room. I walked out of the examination room proudly. 

 I am not a mean dog. I just  don't like having my feet touched. Do you like being manhandled?
I sure don't.  . ARF, ARF, ARF.

P.S.   This new voice recognition program is fun.   It even automatically bleeps out the bad words.

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ARF, ARF, ARF

Quote of the day:  "The advantage of a bad memory set one Julia several times the same good things for the first time. "   Friedrich Nietzsche

This is:  I forgot day


Arf, arf, woof, arf, woof woof

 Mom got this new computer program a few days ago . she puts this silly looking thing on her head and talks to the computer.  It magically types on the screen what she says.  I am going to have to learn how to do this. it looks like fun, and it never talks back to her or scolds her.  Yes, I must learn how to use this.

Mom left the computer on, and I got up on the chair.  I barked to the microphone...arf, arf, arf.
 I was telling mom that I love her.  I wanted to leave her a nice message. I guess she couldn't translate it because she scolded me for being on her chair. How else am I supposed to enter this in my blog?

While mom was being pampered the of the day, dad put that silly thing on his head and talked to it also.   They sure make some funny things, these people, I guess it's supposed to make their
lives easier.

Arf, arf, woof, grrr...the UPS truck drove by.  This new gadget is fun.  I admit it is easier talking into the microphone than trying to type on  the keyboard. I don't make as many mistakes .  My paws kept hitting the wrong keys.

 Sometimes mom makes a mistake and tries to correct it.  If it doesn't work the way she wants, she yells at it.  That only makes things worse, then she corrects it manually.  That kind of defeats the purpose of the program.

 I think mom really likes Dragon. as you know she can only use one hand and one finger when she's on the computer.  She told dad it is making in her writing life easier. 

 Dad really believes in the old saying, a happy wife makes a happy life.

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BRIDGE, THE GAME NOT THE STRUCTURE

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "GOOD SEX IS LIKE GOOD BRIDGE.  If YOU DON'T HAVE A GOOD PARTNER, YOU'D BETTER HAVE A GOOD HAND."  Mae West

THIS IS:  The beginning of hurricane season.


Dad has a hobby.  He loves to play bridge.  It's kind of an outlet for him to get away from taking care of mom for a few hours.  He enjoys it a lot and he's accumulating master points of many colors, red, silver, black, gold.  I guess his goal is to become a master.  He needs something like thousands of points for that.  He's on his way.

Dad has regular weekly games scheduled on Mondays and Fridays.  Sometimes he'll play on Wednesday or Sunday.  He travels to Orlando and Tampa and Winter Garden for tournaments.

Mom urges him to play in the weekly games.  But something isn't right.  She was a little annoyed when he played one Monday.  It was a holiday.  Who schedules games on a holiday.  
Mom wanted to go to the pool.  After all it was Memorial Day.

Mom doesn't really understand the game at all.  But when dad takes mom and me for a walk in the early evening, he rehashes the hands,  He talks about slams and directions like north-south and east-west, bidding, etc.  Mom nods knowingly, even though dad knows she doesn't get it.

Dad often comes in at first place.  He's a really, really good bridge player.  His mind works that way.  Mom's mind is too scattered for the game.  Her attention span is short and her patience even shorter.

Oh well, let them go and have their fun.  Mom is content being at home on her own for a few hours.  It gives her a little of her independence back and a chance to see friends if they are free..

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THIS IS:  Strike out stroke month

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "He had a massive stroke.  He died with his tie on.  Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?"
Stephen King


I have regained my faith in human nature.  Since I have become disabled through my stroke, I've realized how good people can be.

Most people hold doors open and say "sorry" or "excuse me" if they bump into my wheelchair.

A woman saw me waiting in line for the ladies room.  She said "Here let me help you."  She boldly led me to the front of the line and we waited until the handicapped stall opened up.  She made sure I was okay and waited for me.  Then she escorted me back to Don.

When Don and I went on our cruise we took a bus to and from the port.  On the way back home, a man helped Don get me down the stairs and off the bus.  He was very helpful.

While on the cruise, Don and I were listening to live music.  He knows how much I love to dance.  Since the stroke my emotions have been running wild, and I get teary eyed when I hear some music.  A few tears were already falling.  Don got up, helped me out of my chair and led me to the dance floor.  He held me tight while we swayed to the music.  After, a woman came up to me and said "You did very well out there."  Now tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Don and I were on a boat tour through the Panama Canal.  With Don's help, I walked to the front of the boat  for a photo op.  On the way back to my seat, a woman stopped me and told me how brave I was.

I get comments a lot about how brave I am.  I am not brave.  I am just trying to live my new way of life as best I can. 


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CATS!!!!

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag."

THIS IS:  Go Fetch! Food drive for Homeless Animals Month


When mom and dad brought me home, I didn't know there were two other adopted pets already living with them.  There goes my dream of being an only pet.  When I went to greet my new siblings, they both ran away...in opposite directions.  Felines, they are so fickle.

The black one, Mickey, always runs, but the Hemingway is curious.We've been nose to nose, Minnie is so sweet.  Even when I have her trapped on the floor, she just looks so cute.  And I know she isn't really afraid of me.  I think she's just cautious because I am so much bigger than her.  Sometimes I can catch her.  I restrain her with my paws and she just rolls over and looks at me. 

Mickey sits on the coffee table and swats his paw at me, right on my nose.  That doesn't scare me, he's declawed.  When he jumps off the table and runs, I give chase.  He is so fast and then he jumps up on something.  I get yelled at for chasing, but Mickey started it.  He sometimes confuses me, he, at times, leaves food in his bowl for me.  Doesn't that mean he likes me?  Tet, he won't let me near him.  I don't get it.  He jumps on the bed when I am there and he walks in front of me when I am on the sofa.  I guess he thinks mom and dad are there to protect him. 

OK, I admit it, I like the cats.  Dogs aren't supposed to, but  do.

Mom has been lobbying for another kitten.  Is she trying to build a zoo in here?  Dad says one dog and two cats are enough.  I agree about the cats, but another dog for me to romp around with sounds like a good idea.

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Copyright:  Cyndy Georgeff 2013

WHAT ARE THEY THINKING???

THIS IS:  National frozen food month
                 National  Cleaning Week

SAYING OF THE DAY:   "A house is not a home without a dog."

Daisy has writer's block so I will write for her today.  Did you ever wonder what your dog is thinking?  We all know it is "I Love You" when they stare at us with those huge puppy dog eyes.  And they are saying "I'm sorry" when their eyelids droop a bit when we are scolding them.  When they lick their chops while we are eating a meal or a snack and their head and eyes follow every movement of our arm, they are saying "Please give me a taste."  Daisy knows she gets a bite of a cookie fresh out of the oven.  Yeah that look works.  Her pleading eyes make me give in.

What are dogs thinking when they take something from a desk or counter?  The other day Daisy took an empty prescription bottle off Don's desk.  It didn't smell like beef or a dog treat.  Why did she take that item and not the remote control, at least that has a similar shape to a bone,  Did she expect to find a Snausage stuffed into it or did she take it because she could.  What was she thinking?  She didn't hide it very well.  It was on the dining room carpet when we got home.

Daisy does not have the destroying gene in her DNA.  She has never chewed on wood or leather furniture.  She does not destroy shoes or pillows.  Does she have a plastic fetish?

Daisy is really a good girl.  When I walk my laps around the island in the morning,  she is right there by my side walking with me.  It doesn't matter that she sometimes almost trips me up, she thinks she is doing something good.  I have to smile because she is.  She follows me all over the house.  Is she there to cushion my falls?  It seems she wants to take care of me.  That is okay because I need her at the foot of the bed at night, laying next to the shower stall and there for me when I get out.  She's even at my feet when I am sitting on the toilet.  Okay I get it...TMI.

Lets just keep wondering why they do what they do.

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MY VACATION

THIS IS:  DOG TRAINING EDUCATION MONTH

QUOTE OF THE DAY;  "DOGS ARE MIRACLES WITH PAWS"  Attributed to Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy


While mom and dad were on a cruise, I was on vacation,too.  I was at Best Friends Kennel.  I had a play date every day, and I got a good report card every day, too.  I loved to wrestle with my new friends.  I loved running with Champ, and I played with Abbey a few times.  The weather was great and I enjoyed being outdoors, 

My counselors were so sweet and seemed to like me.  I liked cuddling with them, it was comforting.

But I really missed mom and dad.  I missed sleeping in their bed with them at night and I missed watching television on the couch between them.  I also really missed my morning walks with Uncle Terry.

I even missed my siblings.  I love to chase Mickey and Minnie.  They run away from me and jump on the counter or scoot under the bed where they know I cannot get at them.  I don't want to hurt them, I just want to play.  I love the chase.

The vacation was fun, but it sure is good to be home,

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copyright:  2013 Cynthia E. Georgeff

OH NO, NOT THE VET!!!

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  Electricity is really just organized lightning.  George Carlin

THIS IS:  CELEBRATION OF LIFE MONTH.


  Mom and Dad took me to the doctor the other day.  I don't mind going there like a lot of my friends do.  First, I get a ride in the car.  I love the car.  And the people there are so nice.  A cute young girl gave me a few biscuits.  Her voice was soft and soothing.  Then she stuck a stick up my rear. I didn't like that at all.  I tried to push it out, but she held tight.  Whatever that was for, I'm normal.  Oh yeah, before going into the exam room I had to get on the scale.  I gained a couple of pounds, but I still look good.  My walks and runs help keep me trim.

I was at the doctor's because of a few episodes that worried mom and dad.  In the past eight or nine months I've stiffened and have been unable to move.  My body shakes, too.  The doctor says they were seizures,  They don't hurt me and the doctor said to let them run their course.  If they last longer than a few minutes or become more frequent or intense, then I may need medication.

The nice doctor examined me, then he brought out the clippers.  Oh no!!  My feet!!  It doesn't hurt so I don't know why it scares me so much.  I put up a fight, buy my nails got clipped anyway.  Apparently I do a good job wearing them down on my own.  But mom wanted them shorter, and I aim to please.  Isn't that part of a dog's job? 

e-mail:  daisydog1@cfl.rr.com

CHRISTMAS CARD DILEMMA

TODAY IS:  Nothing Day

SAYING OF THE DAY:  A house is not a home without a dog.


A lot of thought goes into choosing our Christmas cards.  My husband and I always choose animal related cards that we purchase from animal foundations.  We get nice cards and help the animals along the way.

Sending out holiday cards is a nice, thoughtful gesture.  I enjoying sending and receiving them.

I don't care for e-cards.  They seem rather impersonal and lazy.

The friends I have made over the years always include a personal note on the card.  But what about the holiday letters?  They are okay.  I am interested in hearing what our friends have been up to over the past year.  The bragginess bothers me a little.  I know, proud parents and all that, but tone it down a bit. 

How do you determine when and who you remove from your list?  Do you delete relatives and friends you haven't heard from? 

I started with people we haven't heard from since our move to Florida more than a dozen years ago.  The following year we didn't get a card from them either.  One person called us on it.  "We haven't heard from you in a while.  Is everything okay?"  They will get a card starting again in 2013.

Copyright 2013

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i like that, and









i do the same.  A brief, habd-written note is so very personal and well-thought out.