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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e-mail:  daisydog1@cfl.rr.com