SOMETHING'S GOING ON AROUND HERE!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "To err is human, to forgive, canine." Unknown
THIS IS: Go Fetch! Food Drive for Homeless Animals Month
Something is going on around here, and mom doesn't think I've noticed. But I have.
About three weeks ago dad went into the guest room closet. He reached high up on the shelf and brought down these large, gray things that look like odd shaped boxes. They have straps and wheels on them. Nothing was in them, so I don't know why he bothered to bring them down.
Then, about two weeks ago, mom started putting little bottles and jars on a table in the guest room.
Last week, mom was on a cleaning frenzy. She even had dad down on his hands and knees scrubbing the hardwood flooring. I heard her say to dad, "You know how I hate coming home to a dirty house after we've been gone."
Where were they going? Mom never did this stuff before when she went shopping, to the movies, or out to lunch with girlfriends. I'm confused and a little frightened.
And did I mention mom and dad took me to the doctor's office? They said something about a vaccination expiring. Not only did I get a thermometer up my you-know-what along with a dipstick in the same place to get a sample of you-know-what, I was mauled practically to death. A nice girl held me and spoke softly in my ear while the doctor prodded, pushed, and poked my legs and body. He shined a light in my eyes, and looked deep into my ears. He even pried my mouth open to check my teeth. But that wasn't the worst of it. That so-called doctor had this weird instrument that blew something into each of my nostrils. That's when I drew the line. I insisted I get taken back to mom and dad immediately.
But the kicker was when mom and dad sat in the living room and talked about me like I wasn't even there!
"I take Daisy on a 30 minute walk every day," mom said. "I want to keep her as close to her normal routine as possible. I'm sure she'll get her morning walk. I also think she should get a 30 minute play date every day, too."
I wondered, What in tarnation is going on here?
Well, wonder no more. Mom and dad are going away and NOT taking me with them! They are going on vacation...without me...
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post every other Wednesday.
Next post: Due to a vacation, the next post will be June 27th, 2012.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
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Wednesday, May 16, 2012
BUGS BUG ME!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "To carry a grudge is like being stung to death by one bee." William H. Walton
THIS IS: National Dog Bite Prevention Week
It may not be summer on the calendar yet, but it is summer in Florida. And summer weather brings out the bugs.
Love bugs are a major annoyance, and they come out twice a year, once in late spring, and once in late summer. Since in reality it is late spring, the love bugs have arrived. These flying insects come in pairs and they swarm around gas powered lawn mowers and cars (among other things). They are attracted to light and fresh paint.
Several years ago Don and I left for a two week vacation in May. We had just had our house painted. It turned out to be a love bug magnet! Just ask Marlene. She cat sat while we were gone, and every day she had to sweep a path for her golf cart just to get to our door. Don and I tried to kill them with Raid, and it worked. They died. However, they seemed to like the scent of Raid, and even more love bugs appeared.
We were sure glad when the spring love bug season was over, but the fresh paint still attracted them. We had a late summer swarm at our house, and we filled a zillion garbage bags with their corpses. If anyone was looking for us during those times, people would tell them, "Just go to the house that is hosting the love bug convention."
Another species of bugs that bugs me is ants. Did you know there are around 100 different species of ants in central Florida? Neither did I. I didn't think there were that many different species in the world.
I think fire ants are the worst. They sting and they hurt. They itch. And then the bites turn into ugly little white bumps. Not only do they sting people, they attack our pets, livestock, and wildlife. They can kill and eat ground-nesting birds and mammals. They are mean and vicious. I want them on the FBI's most wanted list.
I didn't know what a Pharaoh ant was until I lived in Florida. They are tiny, only about 1/16 of an inch long. They eat, among other things, jellies, cookies, honey, peanut butter, and, as I have found them several times in my pet food bowls, they eat pet food, too. It doesn't matter whether it's dog or cat food, the ants aren't picky. Oh, and they do eat other insects. I wonder, does that include fire ants?
Pharaoh ants are found in our homes, office buildings, schools, and hospitals. Heck, I even saw them in a high-rise hotel I was staying at. And, I was on the 20th floor! How did they manage to get up that high? Did they all pile onto the elevator?
Then there are carpenter ants, the acrobat ant, the crazy ant, and the Florida Harvester Ant.
As long as we're talking about bugs, I really need to mention the deer fly. Here is something scary. The "females use knife-like mandibles and maxillae to make a cross-shaped incision and then lap up the blood." Wikipedia. Yuk.
The bites, or incisions as they are called, hurt and they itch. If I don't get Cortaid on my bites almost immediately, the area surrounding the bite turns red and swollen and travels several inches around the bite. I keep Cortaid with me during deer fly season, which, by the way, seems to coincide with love bug season.
I started to do a little research on spiders living here in central Florida, but the photos on the Internet really creeped me out. I would rather be in a room full of snakes that be in a room with one spider. All I can say is that there are lots of spiders around here, and I always have a full can of Raid nearby...right next to my tube of Cortaid.
P.S. Our furry pets are bothered by bugs, too. Make sure you give them flea and tick protection. And spiders have been known to bite our pets, too.
DaisyDogBlog is written bi-weekly, with a new post being entered every other Wednesday.
Next post: 5/30/12
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "To carry a grudge is like being stung to death by one bee." William H. Walton
THIS IS: National Dog Bite Prevention Week
It may not be summer on the calendar yet, but it is summer in Florida. And summer weather brings out the bugs.
Love bugs are a major annoyance, and they come out twice a year, once in late spring, and once in late summer. Since in reality it is late spring, the love bugs have arrived. These flying insects come in pairs and they swarm around gas powered lawn mowers and cars (among other things). They are attracted to light and fresh paint.
Several years ago Don and I left for a two week vacation in May. We had just had our house painted. It turned out to be a love bug magnet! Just ask Marlene. She cat sat while we were gone, and every day she had to sweep a path for her golf cart just to get to our door. Don and I tried to kill them with Raid, and it worked. They died. However, they seemed to like the scent of Raid, and even more love bugs appeared.
We were sure glad when the spring love bug season was over, but the fresh paint still attracted them. We had a late summer swarm at our house, and we filled a zillion garbage bags with their corpses. If anyone was looking for us during those times, people would tell them, "Just go to the house that is hosting the love bug convention."
Another species of bugs that bugs me is ants. Did you know there are around 100 different species of ants in central Florida? Neither did I. I didn't think there were that many different species in the world.
I think fire ants are the worst. They sting and they hurt. They itch. And then the bites turn into ugly little white bumps. Not only do they sting people, they attack our pets, livestock, and wildlife. They can kill and eat ground-nesting birds and mammals. They are mean and vicious. I want them on the FBI's most wanted list.
I didn't know what a Pharaoh ant was until I lived in Florida. They are tiny, only about 1/16 of an inch long. They eat, among other things, jellies, cookies, honey, peanut butter, and, as I have found them several times in my pet food bowls, they eat pet food, too. It doesn't matter whether it's dog or cat food, the ants aren't picky. Oh, and they do eat other insects. I wonder, does that include fire ants?
Pharaoh ants are found in our homes, office buildings, schools, and hospitals. Heck, I even saw them in a high-rise hotel I was staying at. And, I was on the 20th floor! How did they manage to get up that high? Did they all pile onto the elevator?
Then there are carpenter ants, the acrobat ant, the crazy ant, and the Florida Harvester Ant.
As long as we're talking about bugs, I really need to mention the deer fly. Here is something scary. The "females use knife-like mandibles and maxillae to make a cross-shaped incision and then lap up the blood." Wikipedia. Yuk.
The bites, or incisions as they are called, hurt and they itch. If I don't get Cortaid on my bites almost immediately, the area surrounding the bite turns red and swollen and travels several inches around the bite. I keep Cortaid with me during deer fly season, which, by the way, seems to coincide with love bug season.
I started to do a little research on spiders living here in central Florida, but the photos on the Internet really creeped me out. I would rather be in a room full of snakes that be in a room with one spider. All I can say is that there are lots of spiders around here, and I always have a full can of Raid nearby...right next to my tube of Cortaid.
P.S. Our furry pets are bothered by bugs, too. Make sure you give them flea and tick protection. And spiders have been known to bite our pets, too.
DaisyDogBlog is written bi-weekly, with a new post being entered every other Wednesday.
Next post: 5/30/12
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
AND SO THEY'RE GONE...BUT OTHERS KEEP COMING
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience." Woodrow Wilson
THIS IS: Go Fetch! Food Drive for Homeless Animals Month
I've been noticing on my morning walks lately how many campers have gone back home for the summer. My canine friends have disappeared along with my human ones. The nice couple from Wisconsin left a few weeks ago, and mom and dad's friends from Ottawa left, too. Just about all mom and dad's euchre friends from Larry to Bev and Bruce to Bernice and Don won't be back until next fall either.
Ducky and Chloe, two very pretty shelties left last week...just when we were getting to be good friends. I think I might miss them the most. Chloe is really funny. She barks and barks at me and follows behind me in the dog run. She's so close that sometimes I can even feel her breath on my butt! But the second I turn around to play with her, she runs away. Then, when I continue to walk along, she'll run up behind me again.
Nothing seems to phase Ducky. She prances along, barking from to time, hoping that mom or dad will give her a treat.
Not only are the snowbirds gone, but a lot of the residents have left for cooler summers, too. The houses are closed up and vehicles are no longer in the driveways.
Sometimes it gets lonely here in the summer. Pam and Dan have left on an extended RV camping trip. They are always so happy to see me. I wiggle my butt and wag my tail when I see them because they are just so friendly. I think they like me.
Sally and Mike have left for a vacation, too. Hopefully they'll be back soon. I love seeing them on my morning walk. Sally is really good at petting me.
There are still some brave souls, though, who stay here through the hot summer months. Beauty is one of my favorite pals. Sometimes our moms take us to the dog run together. We chase squirrels up trees and along the fences. It's just so much fun.
Dulce is still here, too. We get along together well, and the last time we met in the dog run we played a little bit.
I saw little Snoopy the other day, and we walked together for a bit. Snoopy is so tiny but not afraid of big dogs at all.
The summer folks are starting to trickle in now...maybe some of them will have a dog I can play with.
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post entered every other Wednesday.
Next post: 5/6/12
E-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience." Woodrow Wilson
THIS IS: Go Fetch! Food Drive for Homeless Animals Month
I've been noticing on my morning walks lately how many campers have gone back home for the summer. My canine friends have disappeared along with my human ones. The nice couple from Wisconsin left a few weeks ago, and mom and dad's friends from Ottawa left, too. Just about all mom and dad's euchre friends from Larry to Bev and Bruce to Bernice and Don won't be back until next fall either.
Ducky and Chloe, two very pretty shelties left last week...just when we were getting to be good friends. I think I might miss them the most. Chloe is really funny. She barks and barks at me and follows behind me in the dog run. She's so close that sometimes I can even feel her breath on my butt! But the second I turn around to play with her, she runs away. Then, when I continue to walk along, she'll run up behind me again.
Nothing seems to phase Ducky. She prances along, barking from to time, hoping that mom or dad will give her a treat.
Not only are the snowbirds gone, but a lot of the residents have left for cooler summers, too. The houses are closed up and vehicles are no longer in the driveways.
Sometimes it gets lonely here in the summer. Pam and Dan have left on an extended RV camping trip. They are always so happy to see me. I wiggle my butt and wag my tail when I see them because they are just so friendly. I think they like me.
Sally and Mike have left for a vacation, too. Hopefully they'll be back soon. I love seeing them on my morning walk. Sally is really good at petting me.
There are still some brave souls, though, who stay here through the hot summer months. Beauty is one of my favorite pals. Sometimes our moms take us to the dog run together. We chase squirrels up trees and along the fences. It's just so much fun.
Dulce is still here, too. We get along together well, and the last time we met in the dog run we played a little bit.
I saw little Snoopy the other day, and we walked together for a bit. Snoopy is so tiny but not afraid of big dogs at all.
The summer folks are starting to trickle in now...maybe some of them will have a dog I can play with.
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post entered every other Wednesday.
Next post: 5/6/12
E-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
CELEBRATION OF LIFE
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If the sight of blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive." Eleanora Duse
THIS IS: Couple Appreciation Month
Bette is a resident here at the Cove, and she is battling terminal lymphoma. Rather than have a funeral service when the time comes, her husband hosted a Celebration of Life Memorial. I have never attended a Celebration of Life before, so I didn't know what to expect. My thoughts circled around a mingling event. I envisioned Bette sitting in a comfortable chair being greeted by family, friends, and acquaintances. I pictured guests standing together in small groups trading Bette stories.
That wasn't the case. During the Life Memorial, personal letters from friends and family were read, a flutist played, a song was sung. It was truly a Celebration of Life. Bette's life. I am sorry that I never got to know Bette better than I did. What I witnessed, and felt, at this Celebration was a beautiful Life Memorial with love encompassing the room.
I learned a lot about Bette that afternoon. She is an extraordinary wife and mom who took in three stepsons. She is a true and faithful friend to so many. She was a body builder. Her landscaping could probably have won awards. There are more dimensions to Bette than I ever could have imagined.
When Bette entered the room, I could almost hear her thinking, "Are all of these people here for me?"
Yes, Bette. We were.
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If the sight of blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive." Eleanora Duse
THIS IS: Couple Appreciation Month
Bette is a resident here at the Cove, and she is battling terminal lymphoma. Rather than have a funeral service when the time comes, her husband hosted a Celebration of Life Memorial. I have never attended a Celebration of Life before, so I didn't know what to expect. My thoughts circled around a mingling event. I envisioned Bette sitting in a comfortable chair being greeted by family, friends, and acquaintances. I pictured guests standing together in small groups trading Bette stories.
That wasn't the case. During the Life Memorial, personal letters from friends and family were read, a flutist played, a song was sung. It was truly a Celebration of Life. Bette's life. I am sorry that I never got to know Bette better than I did. What I witnessed, and felt, at this Celebration was a beautiful Life Memorial with love encompassing the room.
I learned a lot about Bette that afternoon. She is an extraordinary wife and mom who took in three stepsons. She is a true and faithful friend to so many. She was a body builder. Her landscaping could probably have won awards. There are more dimensions to Bette than I ever could have imagined.
When Bette entered the room, I could almost hear her thinking, "Are all of these people here for me?"
Yes, Bette. We were.
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."
Next post: 5/2/12
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Wednesday, April 4, 2012
SENSITIVITY
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Until you have loved an animal, part of your soul will have remained dormant." Anatole France, French poet, journalist, & novelist
TODAY IS: National Day of Hope
Our pets are so in tune to our moods that I swear, that even though they can't speak our language, they understand everything we do and say. Really, they do. How does Daisy know I'm a bit ticked off at Don but Don doesn't even have a clue? He'll look at me and ask, "Is something wrong?" Well, yeah.
Don and I had a spat the other night. We raised our voices a bit. Our pets wanted no part of it. Mickey and Minnie ran and hid. Daisy cowered and thought it was her fault. Don and I do just about anything we can to avoid a disagreement. It upsets the kids!
I think our pets actually read our moods. They can sense when we're sad, ill, tired, or happy.
A while ago I overdid it on the yard work. (I was working in full Florida sun.) I was feeling dizzy, weak, and nauseous, and I couldn't catch my breath. Don sat with me on the settee, and Daisy put her head on my knees, and then she took off running.
Our sweet Daisy came back to me and dropped her favorite toy on my lap. It was such a beautiful gesture because Daisy will NOT give up her toys without a fight.
I had a string of bad headaches and migraines for a couple of weeks. Add to that big allergy problems, and I wasn't the most congenial person around. How Don put up with me is another story, but our pets were real troopers.
Daisy was more sensitive to my moods than ever. Minnie laid near me on the sofa. This was huge because, although Minnie is a little angel, her affection is not given lightly. Mickey rubbed against me and purred so loud that I thought my neighbors heard him.
Pay attention to your pets and note how they react to your moods. You'll find they are a lot more understanding of us, and they can "read" us a lot better, than we can read them.
P.S. I received the news yesterday that one of my younger brothers was in an ATV accident. He is in critical condition on a ventilator and dialysis machine. After my brother, Billy, telephoned me to tell me what happened, I relayed what I knew to Don, who was sitting next to me on the sofa. Daisy, understanding the tones in my voice, gently came to my other side and laid quietly next to me. Her sensitivity amazes me.
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."
Next post: 4/18/12
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Until you have loved an animal, part of your soul will have remained dormant." Anatole France, French poet, journalist, & novelist
TODAY IS: National Day of Hope
Our pets are so in tune to our moods that I swear, that even though they can't speak our language, they understand everything we do and say. Really, they do. How does Daisy know I'm a bit ticked off at Don but Don doesn't even have a clue? He'll look at me and ask, "Is something wrong?" Well, yeah.
Don and I had a spat the other night. We raised our voices a bit. Our pets wanted no part of it. Mickey and Minnie ran and hid. Daisy cowered and thought it was her fault. Don and I do just about anything we can to avoid a disagreement. It upsets the kids!
I think our pets actually read our moods. They can sense when we're sad, ill, tired, or happy.
A while ago I overdid it on the yard work. (I was working in full Florida sun.) I was feeling dizzy, weak, and nauseous, and I couldn't catch my breath. Don sat with me on the settee, and Daisy put her head on my knees, and then she took off running.
Our sweet Daisy came back to me and dropped her favorite toy on my lap. It was such a beautiful gesture because Daisy will NOT give up her toys without a fight.
I had a string of bad headaches and migraines for a couple of weeks. Add to that big allergy problems, and I wasn't the most congenial person around. How Don put up with me is another story, but our pets were real troopers.
Daisy was more sensitive to my moods than ever. Minnie laid near me on the sofa. This was huge because, although Minnie is a little angel, her affection is not given lightly. Mickey rubbed against me and purred so loud that I thought my neighbors heard him.
Pay attention to your pets and note how they react to your moods. You'll find they are a lot more understanding of us, and they can "read" us a lot better, than we can read them.
P.S. I received the news yesterday that one of my younger brothers was in an ATV accident. He is in critical condition on a ventilator and dialysis machine. After my brother, Billy, telephoned me to tell me what happened, I relayed what I knew to Don, who was sitting next to me on the sofa. Daisy, understanding the tones in my voice, gently came to my other side and laid quietly next to me. Her sensitivity amazes me.
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."
Next post: 4/18/12
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Wednesday, March 21, 2012
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!
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
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!
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."
Next post: 4/4/12
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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.
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."
Next post: 3/21/12
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright 2012
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