HELICOPTER OR VELCRO?
Quotes of the day: " A wise man adapts himself to circumstances as water shapes itself to the vessel that contain it." Chinese proverb
"Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune ." William Jones
This is: National Zoo Keeper week ( July 21 through 27 ) Also, National Dog House Repairs, Grilling, Ice Cream, Blueberry, and Hot Dog month
There are helicopter moms and Velcro dogs. I am proud to announce that I am a Velcro dog.
I love mom and dad. I know they think I am a pain in the arf, arf, sometimes, but I'm just trying to protect them. I follow them all over the house just to make sure they are safe.
I follow my into the bathroom, and when it is shower time, I try to get in the stall, too. Dad locks me out of the room.
When mom is walking around the house, I try to anticipate her destination. I know her routine so I am usually right. Although she won't admit it. I need to be near mom in case she needs me. Once, she fell on the porch. I laid next to her head so she could use my body as a pillow until someone came to help her up.
When it's my suppertime, I show her where my dry food is stored. I know she needs me for that. I walk so close to her that she can feel my fur tickle her legs.
When mom is alone in the house I am especially on guard. I hear a golf cart drive by and I bark and check the windows for intruders. I do the same when I hear a car drive by. When I see a person go by, I bark until they are out of sight to scare them away from the house. Every now and then, mom's friend Jan comes to visit. I am very excited for the company. Jan usually brings me treats.
Mom hasn't fallen a long time,so I must be doing something right to keep her out of trouble.
When mom sits on the sofa, I curl up behind her and wrapped my body around her. I know she likes that because she hugs and pets me.
When mom needs dad to come to her, she calls out " Don". Just in case he didn't hear her, I bark until he comes to the room. I'm just trying to help. If he doesn't come fast enough, I go and get him.( remember Lassie )
Sometimes I get scolded for doing these things, but lots of times I get hugs and pets and "good girl".
I am not going to stop looking after Mom. She needs me to look after her like I need her to look after me. I think we make a pretty good team.
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Monday, July 22, 2013
Monday, July 8, 2013
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear." Dave Barry
THIS IS: Dog days of Summer (July 3
to August 11)
ARF,ARF, ARF. I was so excited last week to be going on a car trip. It didn't even bother me that it was to the vet.
I was weighed in, had my heart listen to, had my ears and eyes checked, and then that stick was stuck up my rear. ARF, ARF, ARF. I needed my kennel medication. It was stuck up my nose. I was none too happy with that.
I thought we were done. I was ready to go. then I heard the words I hate. Mom said, "Daisy needs her nails clipped ."
ARF, ARF, ARF. I'd show them. meanies! ARF, ARF, ARF. (Mom and dad didn't know I could use swearwords .)
I think that the Vet was very proud of himself. But I showed him my teeth and scared him. Little did he know that I wouldn't really bite him, But he hurt me. My toenail bled. When he tried to put antiseptic and my nail, I bucked. He got scared again and had mom put a muzzle on me. That didn't last long, it was humiliating. I pawed it off in record time. But in the meantime, the Vet won that round. He got the medication on me.
For good measure, I showed him my teeth again. he went slinking to the back room. I walked out of the examination room proudly.
I am not a mean dog. I just don't like having my feet touched. Do you like being manhandled?
I sure don't. . ARF, ARF, ARF.
P.S. This new voice recognition program is fun. It even automatically bleeps out the bad words.
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e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
THIS IS: Dog days of Summer (July 3
to August 11)
ARF,ARF, ARF. I was so excited last week to be going on a car trip. It didn't even bother me that it was to the vet.
I was weighed in, had my heart listen to, had my ears and eyes checked, and then that stick was stuck up my rear. ARF, ARF, ARF. I needed my kennel medication. It was stuck up my nose. I was none too happy with that.
I thought we were done. I was ready to go. then I heard the words I hate. Mom said, "Daisy needs her nails clipped ."
ARF, ARF, ARF. I'd show them. meanies! ARF, ARF, ARF. (Mom and dad didn't know I could use swearwords .)
I think that the Vet was very proud of himself. But I showed him my teeth and scared him. Little did he know that I wouldn't really bite him, But he hurt me. My toenail bled. When he tried to put antiseptic and my nail, I bucked. He got scared again and had mom put a muzzle on me. That didn't last long, it was humiliating. I pawed it off in record time. But in the meantime, the Vet won that round. He got the medication on me.
For good measure, I showed him my teeth again. he went slinking to the back room. I walked out of the examination room proudly.
I am not a mean dog. I just don't like having my feet touched. Do you like being manhandled?
I sure don't. . ARF, ARF, ARF.
P.S. This new voice recognition program is fun. It even automatically bleeps out the bad words.
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e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
ARF, ARF, ARF
Quote of the day: "The advantage of a bad memory set one Julia several times the same good things for the first time. " Friedrich NietzscheThis is: I forgot day
Arf, arf, woof, arf, woof woof
Mom got this new computer program a few days ago . she puts this silly looking thing on her head and talks to the computer. It magically types on the screen what she says. I am going to have to learn how to do this. it looks like fun, and it never talks back to her or scolds her. Yes, I must learn how to use this.
Mom left the computer on, and I got up on the chair. I barked to the microphone...arf, arf, arf.
I was telling mom that I love her. I wanted to leave her a nice message. I guess she couldn't translate it because she scolded me for being on her chair. How else am I supposed to enter this in my blog?
While mom was being pampered the of the day, dad put that silly thing on his head and talked to it also. They sure make some funny things, these people, I guess it's supposed to make their
lives easier.
Arf, arf, woof, grrr...the UPS truck drove by. This new gadget is fun. I admit it is easier talking into the microphone than trying to type on the keyboard. I don't make as many mistakes . My paws kept hitting the wrong keys.
Sometimes mom makes a mistake and tries to correct it. If it doesn't work the way she wants, she yells at it. That only makes things worse, then she corrects it manually. That kind of defeats the purpose of the program.
I think mom really likes Dragon. as you know she can only use one hand and one finger when she's on the computer. She told dad it is making in her writing life easier.
Dad really believes in the old saying, a happy wife makes a happy life.
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Tuesday, June 4, 2013
BRIDGE, THE GAME NOT THE STRUCTURE
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "GOOD SEX IS LIKE GOOD BRIDGE. If YOU DON'T HAVE A GOOD PARTNER, YOU'D BETTER HAVE A GOOD HAND." Mae West
THIS IS: The beginning of hurricane season.
Dad has a hobby. He loves to play bridge. It's kind of an outlet for him to get away from taking care of mom for a few hours. He enjoys it a lot and he's accumulating master points of many colors, red, silver, black, gold. I guess his goal is to become a master. He needs something like thousands of points for that. He's on his way.
Dad has regular weekly games scheduled on Mondays and Fridays. Sometimes he'll play on Wednesday or Sunday. He travels to Orlando and Tampa and Winter Garden for tournaments.
Mom urges him to play in the weekly games. But something isn't right. She was a little annoyed when he played one Monday. It was a holiday. Who schedules games on a holiday.
Mom wanted to go to the pool. After all it was Memorial Day.
Mom doesn't really understand the game at all. But when dad takes mom and me for a walk in the early evening, he rehashes the hands, He talks about slams and directions like north-south and east-west, bidding, etc. Mom nods knowingly, even though dad knows she doesn't get it.
Dad often comes in at first place. He's a really, really good bridge player. His mind works that way. Mom's mind is too scattered for the game. Her attention span is short and her patience even shorter.
Oh well, let them go and have their fun. Mom is content being at home on her own for a few hours. It gives her a little of her independence back and a chance to see friends if they are free..
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013
THIS IS: Strike out stroke month
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?"
Stephen King
I have regained my faith in human nature. Since I have become disabled through my stroke, I've realized how good people can be.
Most people hold doors open and say "sorry" or "excuse me" if they bump into my wheelchair.
A woman saw me waiting in line for the ladies room. She said "Here let me help you." She boldly led me to the front of the line and we waited until the handicapped stall opened up. She made sure I was okay and waited for me. Then she escorted me back to Don.
When Don and I went on our cruise we took a bus to and from the port. On the way back home, a man helped Don get me down the stairs and off the bus. He was very helpful.
While on the cruise, Don and I were listening to live music. He knows how much I love to dance. Since the stroke my emotions have been running wild, and I get teary eyed when I hear some music. A few tears were already falling. Don got up, helped me out of my chair and led me to the dance floor. He held me tight while we swayed to the music. After, a woman came up to me and said "You did very well out there." Now tears were streaming down my cheeks.
Don and I were on a boat tour through the Panama Canal. With Don's help, I walked to the front of the boat for a photo op. On the way back to my seat, a woman stopped me and told me how brave I was.
I get comments a lot about how brave I am. I am not brave. I am just trying to live my new way of life as best I can.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
copyright 2013
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?"
Stephen King
I have regained my faith in human nature. Since I have become disabled through my stroke, I've realized how good people can be.
Most people hold doors open and say "sorry" or "excuse me" if they bump into my wheelchair.
A woman saw me waiting in line for the ladies room. She said "Here let me help you." She boldly led me to the front of the line and we waited until the handicapped stall opened up. She made sure I was okay and waited for me. Then she escorted me back to Don.
When Don and I went on our cruise we took a bus to and from the port. On the way back home, a man helped Don get me down the stairs and off the bus. He was very helpful.
While on the cruise, Don and I were listening to live music. He knows how much I love to dance. Since the stroke my emotions have been running wild, and I get teary eyed when I hear some music. A few tears were already falling. Don got up, helped me out of my chair and led me to the dance floor. He held me tight while we swayed to the music. After, a woman came up to me and said "You did very well out there." Now tears were streaming down my cheeks.
Don and I were on a boat tour through the Panama Canal. With Don's help, I walked to the front of the boat for a photo op. On the way back to my seat, a woman stopped me and told me how brave I was.
I get comments a lot about how brave I am. I am not brave. I am just trying to live my new way of life as best I can.
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
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Tuesday, May 7, 2013
CATS!!!!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag."
THIS IS: Go Fetch! Food drive for Homeless Animals Month
When mom and dad brought me home, I didn't know there were two other adopted pets already living with them. There goes my dream of being an only pet. When I went to greet my new siblings, they both ran away...in opposite directions. Felines, they are so fickle.
The black one, Mickey, always runs, but the Hemingway is curious.We've been nose to nose, Minnie is so sweet. Even when I have her trapped on the floor, she just looks so cute. And I know she isn't really afraid of me. I think she's just cautious because I am so much bigger than her. Sometimes I can catch her. I restrain her with my paws and she just rolls over and looks at me.
Mickey sits on the coffee table and swats his paw at me, right on my nose. That doesn't scare me, he's declawed. When he jumps off the table and runs, I give chase. He is so fast and then he jumps up on something. I get yelled at for chasing, but Mickey started it. He sometimes confuses me, he, at times, leaves food in his bowl for me. Doesn't that mean he likes me? Tet, he won't let me near him. I don't get it. He jumps on the bed when I am there and he walks in front of me when I am on the sofa. I guess he thinks mom and dad are there to protect him.
OK, I admit it, I like the cats. Dogs aren't supposed to, but do.
Mom has been lobbying for another kitten. Is she trying to build a zoo in here? Dad says one dog and two cats are enough. I agree about the cats, but another dog for me to romp around with sounds like a good idea.
email: daisydod1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright: Cyndy Georgeff 2013
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag."
THIS IS: Go Fetch! Food drive for Homeless Animals Month
When mom and dad brought me home, I didn't know there were two other adopted pets already living with them. There goes my dream of being an only pet. When I went to greet my new siblings, they both ran away...in opposite directions. Felines, they are so fickle.
The black one, Mickey, always runs, but the Hemingway is curious.We've been nose to nose, Minnie is so sweet. Even when I have her trapped on the floor, she just looks so cute. And I know she isn't really afraid of me. I think she's just cautious because I am so much bigger than her. Sometimes I can catch her. I restrain her with my paws and she just rolls over and looks at me.
Mickey sits on the coffee table and swats his paw at me, right on my nose. That doesn't scare me, he's declawed. When he jumps off the table and runs, I give chase. He is so fast and then he jumps up on something. I get yelled at for chasing, but Mickey started it. He sometimes confuses me, he, at times, leaves food in his bowl for me. Doesn't that mean he likes me? Tet, he won't let me near him. I don't get it. He jumps on the bed when I am there and he walks in front of me when I am on the sofa. I guess he thinks mom and dad are there to protect him.
OK, I admit it, I like the cats. Dogs aren't supposed to, but do.
Mom has been lobbying for another kitten. Is she trying to build a zoo in here? Dad says one dog and two cats are enough. I agree about the cats, but another dog for me to romp around with sounds like a good idea.
email: daisydod1@cfl.rr.com
Copyright: Cyndy Georgeff 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
WHAT ARE THEY THINKING???
THIS IS: National frozen food month
National Cleaning Week
SAYING OF THE DAY: "A house is not a home without a dog."
Daisy has writer's block so I will write for her today. Did you ever wonder what your dog is thinking? We all know it is "I Love You" when they stare at us with those huge puppy dog eyes. And they are saying "I'm sorry" when their eyelids droop a bit when we are scolding them. When they lick their chops while we are eating a meal or a snack and their head and eyes follow every movement of our arm, they are saying "Please give me a taste." Daisy knows she gets a bite of a cookie fresh out of the oven. Yeah that look works. Her pleading eyes make me give in.
What are dogs thinking when they take something from a desk or counter? The other day Daisy took an empty prescription bottle off Don's desk. It didn't smell like beef or a dog treat. Why did she take that item and not the remote control, at least that has a similar shape to a bone, Did she expect to find a Snausage stuffed into it or did she take it because she could. What was she thinking? She didn't hide it very well. It was on the dining room carpet when we got home.
Daisy does not have the destroying gene in her DNA. She has never chewed on wood or leather furniture. She does not destroy shoes or pillows. Does she have a plastic fetish?
Daisy is really a good girl. When I walk my laps around the island in the morning, she is right there by my side walking with me. It doesn't matter that she sometimes almost trips me up, she thinks she is doing something good. I have to smile because she is. She follows me all over the house. Is she there to cushion my falls? It seems she wants to take care of me. That is okay because I need her at the foot of the bed at night, laying next to the shower stall and there for me when I get out. She's even at my feet when I am sitting on the toilet. Okay I get it...TMI.
Lets just keep wondering why they do what they do.
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email: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
THIS IS: National frozen food month
National Cleaning Week
SAYING OF THE DAY: "A house is not a home without a dog."
Daisy has writer's block so I will write for her today. Did you ever wonder what your dog is thinking? We all know it is "I Love You" when they stare at us with those huge puppy dog eyes. And they are saying "I'm sorry" when their eyelids droop a bit when we are scolding them. When they lick their chops while we are eating a meal or a snack and their head and eyes follow every movement of our arm, they are saying "Please give me a taste." Daisy knows she gets a bite of a cookie fresh out of the oven. Yeah that look works. Her pleading eyes make me give in.
What are dogs thinking when they take something from a desk or counter? The other day Daisy took an empty prescription bottle off Don's desk. It didn't smell like beef or a dog treat. Why did she take that item and not the remote control, at least that has a similar shape to a bone, Did she expect to find a Snausage stuffed into it or did she take it because she could. What was she thinking? She didn't hide it very well. It was on the dining room carpet when we got home.
Daisy does not have the destroying gene in her DNA. She has never chewed on wood or leather furniture. She does not destroy shoes or pillows. Does she have a plastic fetish?
Daisy is really a good girl. When I walk my laps around the island in the morning, she is right there by my side walking with me. It doesn't matter that she sometimes almost trips me up, she thinks she is doing something good. I have to smile because she is. She follows me all over the house. Is she there to cushion my falls? It seems she wants to take care of me. That is okay because I need her at the foot of the bed at night, laying next to the shower stall and there for me when I get out. She's even at my feet when I am sitting on the toilet. Okay I get it...TMI.
Lets just keep wondering why they do what they do.
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email: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
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