daisy days

Well, back to the old blog... ugh, what a chore.

Two weeks ago I tried to buy winter tires but I had to get in line. So they were finally installed today. I took the pooch to the garage in the morning to drop off the car and walked her home. That wasn't so bad, since I suspect most sane people aren't out in the streets at 7am... I myself hardly knew such a time existed. Walking back to the garage later, however, was BRUTAL! I was accosted no fewer than six times due to my doxie Daisy. If I have somewhere to walk to, I prefer to just walk and not stop for everyone who thinks that puppy "is sooo cute!" Yikes. And it wasn't just limited to pedestrians; one couple hung out of their car at a traffic light for a better view. Despite their comments, I ignored them and dragged my rodent-faced companion along that much faster.

Enough complaining. Since not much happens around here, allow me to bombard you with canine candids.

The backpack dachshund's cute factor is very high as well... one cannot traipse through the market unnoticed with this thing.


Daisy sits here twice a day: once when she watches Carrie leave for work and once when she hears her come home. Upon the return, the tail doesn't wag until Carrie is in sight, at which time it goes into overdrive.


She's pretty good at stairs by now, but at first they were a little daunting. Probably because she was so tiny she couldn't have paws on two steps at once; on the way down she'd literally being doing a handstand on each step, little butt straight up in the air.

"do i have to?"


"upstairs is less scary, but... HAAALP!"


She'll lie any which way...


...seriously.


But she has her favourite spots.


Hangin' out.


Pet bat, anyone?


The former owner gave her a nice doggy bone. Our little killer made quick work of it.


Here's Daisy and her initial favourite things. A bed (actually meant for cats), some string (also not just for cats... hours of entertainment (for her and anyone watching)), a rawhide stick, the doggy bone, and the softest blankie ever.


Oh yeah, and she likes using her bed as a fort, but who of us didn't do that as a youngster? Or perhaps more recently... forts are awesome! Here's something else that's awesome: packing paper. She was insanely scared of it at first, I think because of the annoying crinkly sound. But she eventually loved it and we've been cleaning up bite-size pieces ever since. (Note to self: return electronic shredder to store.)


Tongue sticking it out while sleeping.


Alright, get back to your important stuff; I'm done.