BAD DOG!!!

Quote of the day: "There's no such thing as a bad dog, just a bad owner." John Grogan (Marley and me)

 This is:  feeding pets of the homeless week


 I was a bad girl last night. Mom and dad went to the grocery store.  Before they left, dad "Daisy - proofed " the house.  He separated me and the cats, he hid the remote and mom's water bottle, and he covered the leather the sofa so I wouldn't scratch it up.

They forgot something though.  A few bottles of moms vitamins the left on the island. As soon as I saw the car pulled away, I got up on my hind legs, front paws on the island, to see what they left me. Usually, it's nothing, so I wait patiently until they get home.

I got one bottle down, but couldn't get it open.  Stupid security seals. I left that bottle on the floor and went for another.  I chewed the top off. These were called CoQ10.  They must be good.  Mom eats one every day.   Pretty purple capsules fell out. I tried one, not bad. I ate the entire bottle.  90 pills .

 When dad came home and saw what I had done, he was furious. I've never been scolded like that before.  He scared me. I was kind of left to myself. I don't like mom and dad being mad at me.  While I was laying peacefully on the living room floor, my tummy gurgled. I threw up right there on the area rug. I went to dad, who was sitting at his desk, he started petting me. I think he was trying to make up with me. I threw up again.  This time on the chair floor pad and on the chairs wheels.  Dad calmly got up, went to the kitchen for paper towels, and cleaned up my mess. Mom was comforting me during cleanup. I really didn't feel very well.

 Dad checked the Internet to see if the CoQ10 was toxic.  Apparently not.  But too much can cause vomiting and/or diarrhea. 

 I am always ashamed of myself after I do something bad, but my tummy hurt,and that was punishment enough.

 Maybe I'll become famous if dad puts me on the web as one of the bad does with a sign that reads,
"I ate all of moms CoQ10.  I'm a bad dog."


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SHOPPING FUN

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open ."   John Barrymore

THIS IS:  happiness happens month (www.sohp.com) Secret Society of Happy People

 Several weeks ago, mom went shopping with daughter-in-law, Dani I will let her tell you about it.

 Don and son Mike  took the kids,  Owen and Sydney, to the movies while Dani and I went to have a girls day and  shop and spend money. We arrived at the outlet mall a little before 10 o'clock , which I thought was early, but the parking lot was practically filled.

The first order of  yhe day was to get me settled in the wheelchair. Dani had to put the foot rests on.  Her first try was upside down and we giggled as we tried to picture me putting my feet upside down and her pushing me from store to store.  Dani got it right on the second try and we were on our way.

 Where to start first.  There were so many shops. 126 according to the website.  We could do real damage to the credit cards.  Our first purchase was in Vera Bradley.   We stopped in the Guess store and I found a pretty black blouse.  We saw pull-up  jean's on the rack.They were so cute.   We took size large into the dressing room and that's when  the fun began. I tried on the first pair and couldn't get them up over my hips. Dani's turn and she had the same problem. It was too funny.   Two grown  women  trying on clothes sized for a 12-year-old.

 It was kind of comical watching Dani  struggle to open a door  while keeping her hand on the wheelchair so I didn't go rolling backwards. The task is somewhat undefeatable without help.  But plenty of people offer their services and if they didn't, Dani would just ask a stranger for help.   Even at lunch, a stranger helped us out.  Every table was taken and Dani and I were   weighing our options when a woman at a table asked if we'd like hers.  She said she was getting ready to leave.  iI was perfect.

 As we were leaving, I  took us to the wrong parking lot. Dani was pushing the wheelchair with her arms loaded with shopping bags from Aerosol and Coach. We both  bought shoes and purses.   (What woman in her right mind can pass up a 50% off sale, especially in Coach.)   What we didn't realize was that the wheelchair wheels were rubbing against the shopping bags and tearing them.  It had rained.  We got to the car and one bag completely fell apart.  The contents fell onto the wet pavement. Shoes  and a purse together with a receipt fell onto the road, and of course into a puddle.  A nice family walking by helped us pick up the boxes but I couldn't stop laughing. ( I'm laughing now picturing the scenario.")

It was a fun filled girl's day out of shopping and lunch.  We are already looking forward to next year's visit.

The ride home is another story.  Accidents, detours and not fun.

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HELICOPTER OR VELCRO?

Quotes of the day: " A wise man adapts himself to circumstances as water shapes itself to the vessel that contain it." Chinese proverb

 "Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune ."   William Jones


This is:  National Zoo Keeper week  ( July 21 through 27 )  Also, National Dog House Repairs,  Grilling,  Ice Cream,  Blueberry, and Hot Dog month

There are helicopter moms and Velcro dogs.  I am proud to announce that I am a Velcro dog.



I love mom and dad. I know they think I am a pain in the arf, arf, sometimes, but I'm just trying to protect them. I follow them all over the house just to make sure they are safe.

I follow my into the bathroom, and when it is shower time, I try to get in the stall, too.  Dad locks me out of the room.

 When mom is walking around the house, I try to anticipate her destination. I know her routine so I am usually right.  Although she won't admit it.  I need to be near  mom in case she needs me.  Once, she fell on the porch. I laid next to her head so she could use my body as a pillow until someone came to help her up.

 When it's my suppertime, I show her where my dry food is stored. I know she needs me for that. I walk so close to her that she can feel my fur tickle her legs.

 When mom is alone in the house I am especially on guard. I hear a golf cart drive by and I bark and check the windows for intruders. I do the same when I hear a car drive by. When I see a person go by, I bark until they are out of sight to scare them away from the house.  Every now and then, mom's friend Jan comes to visit.  I am very excited for the company. Jan usually brings me treats.

 Mom hasn't fallen a long time,so I must be doing something right to keep her out of trouble.

 When mom sits on the sofa, I curl up behind her and wrapped my body around her. I know she likes that because she hugs and pets me. 

 When mom needs dad to come to her, she calls out " Don".  Just in case he didn't hear her, I bark until he comes to the room. I'm just trying to help. If he  doesn't come fast enough, I go and get him.( remember Lassie ) 

 Sometimes I get scolded for doing these things, but lots of times I get hugs and pets and "good girl".
I am not going to stop looking after Mom.  She needs me to look after her like I need her to look after me. I think we make a pretty good team.

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QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear."  Dave Barry

THIS IS:  Dog days of Summer (July 3
to August 11)


ARF,ARF, ARF. I was so excited last week to be going on a car trip.  It didn't even bother me that it was to the vet.

 I was weighed in, had my heart listen to, had my ears and eyes checked, and then that stick was stuck up my rear. ARF, ARF, ARF.  I needed my kennel medication. It was stuck up my nose. I was none too happy with that.

I thought we were done. I was ready to go. then I heard the words I hate. Mom said, "Daisy needs her nails clipped ."

ARF, ARF, ARF. I'd show them. meanies!  ARF, ARF, ARF. (Mom and dad didn't know I could use swearwords .)

 I think that the Vet was very proud of himself.  But I showed him my teeth and scared him.  Little did he know that I wouldn't really bite him,  But he hurt me.  My toenail bled.  When he tried to put antiseptic and my nail, I bucked.  He got scared again and had mom put a muzzle on me. That didn't last long, it was humiliating.  I pawed it off in record time.  But in the meantime, the Vet won that round.  He got the medication on me.

 For good measure, I showed him my teeth again. he went slinking to the back room. I walked out of the examination room proudly. 

 I am not a mean dog. I just  don't like having my feet touched. Do you like being manhandled?
I sure don't.  . ARF, ARF, ARF.

P.S.   This new voice recognition program is fun.   It even automatically bleeps out the bad words.

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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 Nietzsche

This 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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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..

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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. 


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