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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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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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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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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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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Copyright 2012
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
MOM WANTS AN iPHONE!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "The bathtub was invented in 1850 and the telephone in 1875. In other words, if you had been living in 1850, you could have sat in the bathtub for 25 years without having to answer the phone." Bill DeWitt
TODAY IS: National Chocolate Day
Mom wants an iPhone. It's her new obsession, and she won't stop campaigning until she gets one.
Daisy is right. I am obsessed.
My first glimpse of an iPhone was purely accidental. Our painting contractor was sitting at our table when he started swiping the phone with his finger. I wondered, What was this magical device? My curiosity got the best of me, and I was fascinated with his apps. Mind you, I had no idea at the time what an app even was. But instinctively I knew it had to be something good.
Shortly thereafter, though, I forgot all about the iPhone...until my friend Mary got one. My first thought was, What is Mary going to do with an iPhone? She's the one who rarely even has her cell phone turned on. Now, Mary knows how to text, e-mail, take pictures, and who knows what else she's learned on her new phone. I'm sure she'll be teaching me a few things.
My interest in an iPhone began to pique again. But it went into full obsession mode in October when we held a family reunion. Daughter-in-law, Dani, had an iPhone. After I saw Dani's phone, and she demonstrated how easy it was to learn, I was hooked.
Now all I had to do was convince Don that I needed an iPhone. Not an easy task since Don didn't think we needed one. He told me the phones we had served their purpose...to make and receive phone calls. But I had a difference of opinion with him, and I began my campaigning.
Every opportunity I had, I'd say to Don, "If I had an iPhone I could go on the Internet and find out the hockey score of the Tampa Bay Lightning for you." When we went to our local fed ex store, we found it had closed down. I said, "If I had an iPhone, I bet we could find another fed ex drop off nearby." When my dry cleaners moved to a location too far to travel, I said, "If I had an iPhone I could find a nearby cleaners." And so it went on and on until I began to sound like a parrot!
While campaigning for my iPhone, and in an effort to be well informed of my quest, I learned about apps. They are amazing. There's an app for everything from games and gas stations to weather and restaurants. Sports have their own apps, too.
Here's an example of what an app can do: While waiting in line at Epcot for their annual Candlelight Processional one rainy evening, I casually mentioned to Don, "I wonder how the Green Bay Packers are doing."
No sooner did I get those words out of my mouth when the man in front of us pulled out his iPhone. A few seconds later, I was happy to learn that the Packers were going to remain undefeated. Just visit an app store and find out for yourself. There are over 500,000 apps to choose from. That man had the NFL app.
Hmm, I wonder, Is there an app for nudist resorts?
But, my need (want) for an iPhone became even more imperative when I ran into Dan and Pam on my morning walk with Daisy. They told me all about their new iPhone 4S...a phone that talks and answers questions! How amazing is that. Don wasn't impressed. He said with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't want a phone that talks."
I said, "You don't have to get one. I do."
Whatever mom did, she did it right. An iPhone is definitely in her future. Only 54 more days and counting!
I think I just wore him down!
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post entered every other Wednesday. If you would like to subscribe so you do not miss a post, please send an e-mail with "subscribe" in the subject box. Ditto to "unsubscribe."
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Copyright 2011
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "The bathtub was invented in 1850 and the telephone in 1875. In other words, if you had been living in 1850, you could have sat in the bathtub for 25 years without having to answer the phone." Bill DeWitt
TODAY IS: National Chocolate Day
Mom wants an iPhone. It's her new obsession, and she won't stop campaigning until she gets one.
Daisy is right. I am obsessed.
My first glimpse of an iPhone was purely accidental. Our painting contractor was sitting at our table when he started swiping the phone with his finger. I wondered, What was this magical device? My curiosity got the best of me, and I was fascinated with his apps. Mind you, I had no idea at the time what an app even was. But instinctively I knew it had to be something good.
Shortly thereafter, though, I forgot all about the iPhone...until my friend Mary got one. My first thought was, What is Mary going to do with an iPhone? She's the one who rarely even has her cell phone turned on. Now, Mary knows how to text, e-mail, take pictures, and who knows what else she's learned on her new phone. I'm sure she'll be teaching me a few things.
My interest in an iPhone began to pique again. But it went into full obsession mode in October when we held a family reunion. Daughter-in-law, Dani, had an iPhone. After I saw Dani's phone, and she demonstrated how easy it was to learn, I was hooked.
Now all I had to do was convince Don that I needed an iPhone. Not an easy task since Don didn't think we needed one. He told me the phones we had served their purpose...to make and receive phone calls. But I had a difference of opinion with him, and I began my campaigning.
Every opportunity I had, I'd say to Don, "If I had an iPhone I could go on the Internet and find out the hockey score of the Tampa Bay Lightning for you." When we went to our local fed ex store, we found it had closed down. I said, "If I had an iPhone, I bet we could find another fed ex drop off nearby." When my dry cleaners moved to a location too far to travel, I said, "If I had an iPhone I could find a nearby cleaners." And so it went on and on until I began to sound like a parrot!
While campaigning for my iPhone, and in an effort to be well informed of my quest, I learned about apps. They are amazing. There's an app for everything from games and gas stations to weather and restaurants. Sports have their own apps, too.
Here's an example of what an app can do: While waiting in line at Epcot for their annual Candlelight Processional one rainy evening, I casually mentioned to Don, "I wonder how the Green Bay Packers are doing."
No sooner did I get those words out of my mouth when the man in front of us pulled out his iPhone. A few seconds later, I was happy to learn that the Packers were going to remain undefeated. Just visit an app store and find out for yourself. There are over 500,000 apps to choose from. That man had the NFL app.
Hmm, I wonder, Is there an app for nudist resorts?
But, my need (want) for an iPhone became even more imperative when I ran into Dan and Pam on my morning walk with Daisy. They told me all about their new iPhone 4S...a phone that talks and answers questions! How amazing is that. Don wasn't impressed. He said with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't want a phone that talks."
I said, "You don't have to get one. I do."
Whatever mom did, she did it right. An iPhone is definitely in her future. Only 54 more days and counting!
I think I just wore him down!
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post entered every other Wednesday. If you would like to subscribe so you do not miss a post, please send an e-mail with "subscribe" in the subject box. Ditto to "unsubscribe."
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2011
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