EVERYTHING CHANGES EVENTUALLY
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much." Mark Twain
THIS IS: National Smile Month
Everything changes eventually. I remember the fun I had at the small dog run every morning. Jesse, Beauty, Buster and me would meet about 7:30. It was fun. The moms would bring treats and we'd have a snack before breakfast. We played chase and got some exercise.
My day got even better when mom took me for my daily walk.
In the evening, after supper, mom would take me to the big dog run where we'd meet Jesse. We would play chase again, .and then chased the squirrels up trees. We came close,. but we never caught one.
Then one morning, Jesse never came. His mom and he went back went home. Beauty must have changed her schedule, and Buster, who was the oldest, passed away.
Moms still took me for walks until one day she went out with dad and he didn't bring her home. After several weeks, he took me to see her. It was the big building with lots and lots of bedrooms. Dad called it a nursing home/rehab center. As we walked the halls, people called out to him. They wanted to pet me. That was fun. But when I got to mom's room, I jumped on the bed and gave her a ton of kisses. I didn't leave her side. I snuggled with her on the bed. Mom, dad and to me went for a walk outside later. Dad pushed mom in this chair that had wheels. She couldn't walk. Oh my, another change.
Mom still can't walk well enough to take me for a walk on a leash, but dad takes mom and me for a walk around the block. It's nice but very slow. We still go to the big dog run, and I occasionally see other dogs there, and I can play with a few of them. Some dogs don't like other dogs and other dogs are loners. I love other dogs and look forward to playing with them.
But I really miss Jesse, and I hate it when things change.
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Monday, May 5, 2014
MOM GOT A TAT
THIS IS: National Stroke Awareness Month
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Never a failure, always a lesson"
Unknown
Mom Got a tat. What is that, you make ask? Well, to those of us in the know, it's a tattoo. Yeah, well into her senior years, and she does something a teenager would do. It's been said, that as people get older their age actually reverts to that of a child or in general, younger years.
Mom claims there is a very good reason she got her tat. No, not to be cool, but to mark a spot on her knee where a medical device must be placed.
Since her stroke, mom has had a little trouble learning to walk again, The device is called a Walk Aid, and it helps keep her foot from rolling sideways. The electrical pulses zap the nerves that go to the foot promoting better walk ability.
Anyway, her tat is really cute. Since she and dad are avid theme park fans, mom picked a head shot of Minnie Mouse for her tat and, it's in color. It is really cute, but a mouse? How about a dog like me, or a puppy paw. I've seen dog tats on television on that show Pit bulls and Parolees. It seems they all sports a tat of a pit bull. Pit bulls are strong and fun to play with, but mom should have put me on her knee.
Maybe the next one. I've heard her say that once you get your first tattoo, you'll want another one and she does. She tried talking dad into getting one or at least getting a pierced ear, but he'll have none of that stuff.
I'm with mom on this one. Some body art is trashy looking, but a meaningful piece of artwork in the right location is good. Just take a look at mom's right.
Copyright 2014
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com.
THIS IS: National Stroke Awareness Month
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Never a failure, always a lesson"
Unknown
Mom Got a tat. What is that, you make ask? Well, to those of us in the know, it's a tattoo. Yeah, well into her senior years, and she does something a teenager would do. It's been said, that as people get older their age actually reverts to that of a child or in general, younger years.
Mom claims there is a very good reason she got her tat. No, not to be cool, but to mark a spot on her knee where a medical device must be placed.
Since her stroke, mom has had a little trouble learning to walk again, The device is called a Walk Aid, and it helps keep her foot from rolling sideways. The electrical pulses zap the nerves that go to the foot promoting better walk ability.
Anyway, her tat is really cute. Since she and dad are avid theme park fans, mom picked a head shot of Minnie Mouse for her tat and, it's in color. It is really cute, but a mouse? How about a dog like me, or a puppy paw. I've seen dog tats on television on that show Pit bulls and Parolees. It seems they all sports a tat of a pit bull. Pit bulls are strong and fun to play with, but mom should have put me on her knee.
Maybe the next one. I've heard her say that once you get your first tattoo, you'll want another one and she does. She tried talking dad into getting one or at least getting a pierced ear, but he'll have none of that stuff.
I'm with mom on this one. Some body art is trashy looking, but a meaningful piece of artwork in the right location is good. Just take a look at mom's right.
Copyright 2014
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com.
Friday, April 4, 2014
FRIENDSHIP
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "True friendship is like sound health, the value of it seldom known until it be lost. " Charles Caleb CottonTHIS IS: Frog Month and National Pet Month
It was an interesting weekend here at the Cove. Dad went to Dallas for a bridge tournament. Mom had a friend stay with her for the weekend. her friend came Thursday, night. Denise and mom have been friends for about forty years. (Sure makes them sound old, doesn't it?) They have not seen each other for 25 years. They reconnected and had a ball.
Denise helped mom out, and she took me for a daily walk. I loved it. She gave me treats and lots of attention. I could tell how much they miss each other a lot. They hugged each other a bunch.
The phrase I heard most was "Do you remember...?"
Then one of them would tell a story, and they would laugh. There was a lot laughter. One day they went out and came home with all these bags. But nothing was for me. I guess there wasn't a pet store at the outlet mall.
Mom and Denise left the house Monday morning but mom came home with dad. Denise must have went back home to her family. I was so happy to see him, I missed him lots.
Dad was all happy and puffed out at the chest. He and his bridge partner came in first in their division at the National Conference. I am proud of my dad and happy for mom that she got to see her best friend.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
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Monday, March 17, 2014
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Always remember to forget friends that proved untrue. But never forgot to remember those that have stuck by you."
Irish Proverb
THIS IS: Of the course, it's St. Patrick's Day, but it's also National Craft, Kidney, and Nutrition Month
Mom and dad went on a seven day cruise and put me in the kennel again. The cats get to stay home and have someone come in and take care of them. Oh well, I love the kennel because I get play dates with the other dogs staying there.
I hate to brag, but I am the life of the party. I have so much fun playing chase and meeting new friends. Sometimes it's a new group every day. Other time a few of the same dogs are there. I love making new friends.
The thing I miss most about being home is that I miss mom dad. The next thing is sleeping in the big bed with mom and dad. It's so warm and comfortable on the mattress with the nice comforter to lay on.
The nights seems so long in the kennel, and no one makes popcorn. Dad makes it several times a week after mom has gone to bed. I listen for the familiar sounds of the pan and the popping. When it's done, I jump off the bed and join dad in the living room for a late night snack. I love popcorn. Dad sometimes throws me a kernel and I catch it. I think it's a game. I play well because I like the reward.
I get treats at the kennel, too. But not popcorn. They are usually boring regular dog treats. I like them of course, but sharing a bowl of popcorn with dad is so much better. We had popcorn last night, and mom missed it did because she was sleeping.
I am really glad they're home.
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email: daisydog@cfl.rr.com
Irish Proverb
THIS IS: Of the course, it's St. Patrick's Day, but it's also National Craft, Kidney, and Nutrition Month
Mom and dad went on a seven day cruise and put me in the kennel again. The cats get to stay home and have someone come in and take care of them. Oh well, I love the kennel because I get play dates with the other dogs staying there.
I hate to brag, but I am the life of the party. I have so much fun playing chase and meeting new friends. Sometimes it's a new group every day. Other time a few of the same dogs are there. I love making new friends.
The thing I miss most about being home is that I miss mom dad. The next thing is sleeping in the big bed with mom and dad. It's so warm and comfortable on the mattress with the nice comforter to lay on.
The nights seems so long in the kennel, and no one makes popcorn. Dad makes it several times a week after mom has gone to bed. I listen for the familiar sounds of the pan and the popping. When it's done, I jump off the bed and join dad in the living room for a late night snack. I love popcorn. Dad sometimes throws me a kernel and I catch it. I think it's a game. I play well because I like the reward.
I get treats at the kennel, too. But not popcorn. They are usually boring regular dog treats. I like them of course, but sharing a bowl of popcorn with dad is so much better. We had popcorn last night, and mom missed it did because she was sleeping.
I am really glad they're home.
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email: daisydog@cfl.rr.com
Friday, February 21, 2014
CAN'T I DO ANYTHING RIGHT
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "The strawberry shampoo doesn't taste as good as it smells." Unknown
THIS IS: Fabulous Florida Strawberry Month
Seems I can't do anything right these days. I'm getting scolded by both mom and dad lately. Take this morning for example. I got into the cats litter box again. Dad was so mad. He yelled and slapped my butt and wouldn't let me out of the room. He lectured me. When mom found out what I did, she lectured me too. But mom pets me while she lectures.
I got yelled at for chasing the cats again. Why can't I chase the cats? All they do is run and jump onto something I can't reach. I won't hurt them. Besides, it keeps them on their toes. And I swear they know it's only a game we're playing.
Yes, I bark. I'm a dog. I'm only doing what dogs naturally do. I'm protecting my humans and my siblings and my property. How do I know that the person driving by our home isn't a card carrying NRA member ready to take aim. The UPS and FEDEX guys give us fair warning with their noisy vehicles. How do I know the packages they leave aren't some sort of bomb? It happens all the time on TV. Maybe those weird people driving around in golf carts want to harm us. Can we ever be sure we are completely safe? I'm just doing my job.
Dad really yelled at me the other night. I barked at a possible intruder. Dad got up to investigate, and he found the mess I made on the porch. There were torn up kleenix and napkins all over the floor. Dad was really mad, but couldn't yell too loud because mom was sleeping. I sorta feel bad for what I did, but give a dog a break...I have so much fun tearing up paper products. I should be praised for not tearing up papers on the desks or coffee table, I also leave books alone.
I admit, I am a repeat offender of all of the above. I'm just doing my job when I bark. I enjoy playing chase with the cats. I can't resist Kleenix and napkins. I'm well past the three strikes law. Are mom and dad going to send me back to the SPCA? I doubt it. They haven't yet. the cycle will continue. Mom and dad have to remember I am just a dog doing my job.
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email: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "The strawberry shampoo doesn't taste as good as it smells." Unknown
THIS IS: Fabulous Florida Strawberry Month
Seems I can't do anything right these days. I'm getting scolded by both mom and dad lately. Take this morning for example. I got into the cats litter box again. Dad was so mad. He yelled and slapped my butt and wouldn't let me out of the room. He lectured me. When mom found out what I did, she lectured me too. But mom pets me while she lectures.
I got yelled at for chasing the cats again. Why can't I chase the cats? All they do is run and jump onto something I can't reach. I won't hurt them. Besides, it keeps them on their toes. And I swear they know it's only a game we're playing.
Yes, I bark. I'm a dog. I'm only doing what dogs naturally do. I'm protecting my humans and my siblings and my property. How do I know that the person driving by our home isn't a card carrying NRA member ready to take aim. The UPS and FEDEX guys give us fair warning with their noisy vehicles. How do I know the packages they leave aren't some sort of bomb? It happens all the time on TV. Maybe those weird people driving around in golf carts want to harm us. Can we ever be sure we are completely safe? I'm just doing my job.
Dad really yelled at me the other night. I barked at a possible intruder. Dad got up to investigate, and he found the mess I made on the porch. There were torn up kleenix and napkins all over the floor. Dad was really mad, but couldn't yell too loud because mom was sleeping. I sorta feel bad for what I did, but give a dog a break...I have so much fun tearing up paper products. I should be praised for not tearing up papers on the desks or coffee table, I also leave books alone.
I admit, I am a repeat offender of all of the above. I'm just doing my job when I bark. I enjoy playing chase with the cats. I can't resist Kleenix and napkins. I'm well past the three strikes law. Are mom and dad going to send me back to the SPCA? I doubt it. They haven't yet. the cycle will continue. Mom and dad have to remember I am just a dog doing my job.
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email: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Monday, January 13, 2014
THE TALK
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Cats motto: No matter what you've done wrong, always try to make it look like the dog did it."
unknown
THIS IS: Get a balanced life month.
Mom had the talk again with me over the weekend. I tried getting on the back of the sofa again to walk on the window ledge like my siblings do. Mom would have none of it. I tried at least five times and each time she'd grab me by my collar and try to pull me off. But ha! I am stronger than mom's arm. Being the good dog that I am, I decided to come down by myself. This is what mom said to me.
"Daisy, sit." I sat. "You and your siblings are two different kinds of species."
"Not really, mom. We all have tails, four legs, paws, wet noses and fur. "
"You're right, Daisy. But your siblings are cats. Cats usually don't like dogs, but these are two well-adjusted cats."
How can they not like dogs? All we want to do is play with them. You know the song Girls Just Wanna Have Fun?"
"That's an entirely different meaning," Mom said, seemingly getting annoyed with me.
"Dogs are usually so much larger than cats," mom continued, "Some dogs can get pretty rough. You've swiped Mickey and Minnie before and you've knocked them down. They are frightened."
"I don't mean to scare them. Besides, they jump on things I cannot reach. I just want them to know who's the boss around here."
"I am."
"Right. I'm second then."
"No dad is."
"Then I'm third. "
Only if you don't hurt or scare your sibs."
"Oh, okay."
"So you won't try to get on the window ledge again, Daisy?"
"All I can promise is that I'll try not to."
"If that's the best you can do, we can work with that."
"Okay. We're good then you and me. You won't tell dad?"
"Yes Daisy. We're good and I won't tell dad. But he will read about it."
"Mom caved. The puppy eyes worked. I'll wait a few days and try again."
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e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Cats motto: No matter what you've done wrong, always try to make it look like the dog did it."
unknown
THIS IS: Get a balanced life month.
Mom had the talk again with me over the weekend. I tried getting on the back of the sofa again to walk on the window ledge like my siblings do. Mom would have none of it. I tried at least five times and each time she'd grab me by my collar and try to pull me off. But ha! I am stronger than mom's arm. Being the good dog that I am, I decided to come down by myself. This is what mom said to me.
"Daisy, sit." I sat. "You and your siblings are two different kinds of species."
"Not really, mom. We all have tails, four legs, paws, wet noses and fur. "
"You're right, Daisy. But your siblings are cats. Cats usually don't like dogs, but these are two well-adjusted cats."
How can they not like dogs? All we want to do is play with them. You know the song Girls Just Wanna Have Fun?"
"That's an entirely different meaning," Mom said, seemingly getting annoyed with me.
"Dogs are usually so much larger than cats," mom continued, "Some dogs can get pretty rough. You've swiped Mickey and Minnie before and you've knocked them down. They are frightened."
"I don't mean to scare them. Besides, they jump on things I cannot reach. I just want them to know who's the boss around here."
"I am."
"Right. I'm second then."
"No dad is."
"Then I'm third. "
Only if you don't hurt or scare your sibs."
"Oh, okay."
"So you won't try to get on the window ledge again, Daisy?"
"All I can promise is that I'll try not to."
"If that's the best you can do, we can work with that."
"Okay. We're good then you and me. You won't tell dad?"
"Yes Daisy. We're good and I won't tell dad. But he will read about it."
"Mom caved. The puppy eyes worked. I'll wait a few days and try again."
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e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Thursday, December 19, 2013
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
Copyright 2013
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
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