Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

The Good, Crazy, & Adorable Life of One Havachon Puppy

Wordless Wednesday: Lazy Summer Days…

…not a worry in the world…

ZZZZZZZZZ...most of the day...

ZZZZZZZZZ…most of the day… (sorry for the crummy cell phone photo quality!)

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Backroads Discovery: A Most Unusual Train Hotel

One of my favorite things to do is explore small towns, places with no tourist attractions. I love Pennsylvania for that reason – it’s loaded with my favorite Small Town America that takes you back in time to when people were friendlier and even though you were never in their town before, they make you feel like you’re returning home.

PA Manheim house

One of the striking old homes in a small PA town. You know how much I LOVE old architecture!

DH and I discover these places by driving up the PA Turnpike and taking exits for towns that sound interesting – all very spontaneous, which I prefer to planned trips. We explore the town itself on foot, then drive along backroads to see what there is to discover.

Driving through Amish country

Driving through Amish country

One of the interesting places we happened across was plopped miles away from any main roads or town centers, in the middle of hundreds of miles of Amish farms. We crossed a railroad track, and suddenly this popped up:

PA railroad hotel

Nope, this isn’t a caboose graveyard, it’s an honest-to-goodness train hotel! They’ve collected real train cars (mostly cabooses, but some larger ones and one of the biggest is called the Bridal Suite!) and converted them into “hotel rooms”. It’s called the Red Caboose Motel and it’s so unusual.

PA railroad hotel dining car

PA railroad hotel car

PA railroad hotel caboose

PA railroad hotel (2)

Look how many there are!

A short distance away, there was a train depot…out there…in the middle of nowhere…

PA railroad depot

The proprietor of the hotel was kind enough to let us see the inside of one of the cabooses, and I took pictures but they’ve somehow magically vanished into the digital netherworld. It was amazing to see how much they could fit into those small cabooses – they even put in a small loft with another bed! They made every inch count without overcrowding.

Later we pulled into the parking lot of a large chain hotel to find out if it was pet friendly, planning, of course, for a future weekend away with Daisy. Nope, no luck, not pet-friendly…YET LOOK AT THE PATHWAY PAVING STONES THEY USED:

Is there any wonder why we thought this was a pet friendly hotel??

Is there any wonder why we thought this was a pet friendly hotel??

Daisy was none too pleased at this misrepresentation.

I'm throwing a BIG raspberry at that hotel!!

I’m throwing a BIG raspberry at that hotel!!

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Wordless Wednesday – Daisy’s Daisy Cup

When I saw this coffee mug, I just had to get it. It reminds me of our little Daisy – bright and happy, always smiling. And it makes me smile every time I use it.😀

Is that cup for me? Because it has my name pictured all over it!

Is that cup for me? Because it has my name pictured all over it!

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Daisy, The Hunter-Gatherer…Or Should That Be Hoarder?

Daisy’s not one to keep a secret. If you don’t want anyone to know where you are in the house, don’t be in the same house with Daisy.

Because Daisy is a hunter-gatherer – once I settle into a spot, she hunts down all her toys and gathers them around wherever I am. If I move, she and her toys move there too.

You always know where I am, or at least where I’ve recently been. No secrets here.

This is my collection. Where I go, it goes.

This is part of my collection. Where I go, it goes. See me holding hands with my dinosaur, Bert?

My philosophy: Leave no toy behind!

My philosophy: Leave no toy behind!

Everything is good, just as long as we're all together, right Mommy?

Everything is good, just as long as we’re all together, right Mommy?

Daisy toy lineup

Sometimes I like to lie in the middle of my toy lineup and see if I can fool Mommy into thinking I’m a stuffed toy too!

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Living in Daisy’s House

That’s pretty much what our house has become – Daisy’s house. We just live around the changes.

We’ve had to make so many modifications to help prevent our little girl from injuring herself again that it seems like this is more Daisy’s house than ours. And why do we continually need to make all these modifications? Because our Daisy is a nut, a silly little looney-bird who won’t just run, she has to sprint out of control; who can’t just jump, she has to jump off the ground with all fours and do a mid-air spin; who refuses to allow any neighborhood noises to go by without racing wildly through the house barking like a madpup, trying to figure out what direction it’s coming from and who committed this horrific offense. No wonder one of our friends nicknamed her “The Blur”!

Daisy is a hundred-pound wolf trapped in a 15-pound snuggle-loving sweetheart. But sometimes that wolf comes out, and it usually results in a yipe and a trip to the vet.

So we make continual modifications every time we see a behavior that says “I can do anything, I don’t need to be careful and I certainly don’t need to listen to you!”

Daisy’s larger crate is now the centerpiece of the family room since it takes up so much more space with the ramp DH built for her. We even had to move the coffee table away.

Daisy's famous crate, with a Tempurpedic foam bed covered with soft, warm fleece. And a custom-built (by DH) ramp with support underneath. Is that enough to keep her safe, do you think?

Daisy’s famous crate, with a Tempurpedic foam bed covered with soft, warm fleece. And a custom-built (by DH) ramp with support underneath. Is that enough to keep her safe, do you think?

And of course there’s the huge, long runner we put through the kitchen to take her from one carpeted room to the next because she constantly slips on the wood kitchen floor.

"This is much better. Now I don't fall all the time.

“This is much better. Now I don’t fall all the time.”

But that wasn’t good enough. Daisy likes to stand by me at the kitchen counter when I’m cooking, and that meant going off her cross-room runway. So she’d either slip, which caused her body to twist, inviting yet another injury, or she’d keep her back legs on the runner and do a frustrated tap dance with her front feet on the floor, complaining with grumbles and whines that she couldn’t get near the action. Result? We put another shorter runner down to give her access to that side of the kitchen.

With no coordinated runner to be found, we were stuck with this. But it works!

With no coordinated runner to be found, we were stuck with this. But it works!

Still not good enough – Daisy would charge at the sliding glass door on the other side of the kitchen whenever she saw birds or squirrels…which is all the time. So we added this.

We now live in a patchwork kitchen.

We now live in a patchwork kitchen.

And of course, all couches and chairs must be blocked off so Daisy doesn’t jump up on anything.

Very inviting, don't you think? :P

Very inviting, don’t you think?😛

But we still weren’t done – the surgeon told us to carry Daisy down even one step leading into or out of the house…and in the next breath she recommended not picking her up. So……

DH made ramps for every door with non-skid strips. So now the outside of our house is as ridiculous as the inside.

DH made ramps for every door with non-skid strips. So now the outside of our house is as “Daisied” as the inside.

DH also made carpet-covered ramps for the cars, so she can get into and out of the seats without being lifted. Now the only time we pick her up is to put her in the sink for her bath.

Oh God, not more bath pictures...

Oh God, not more bath pictures…

I will not look at you in this humiliating condition.

I will not look at you in this humiliating condition.

You know I hate you right now, don't you?

You know I hate you right now, don’t you?

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Daisy’s Silly Nose Poke, Or, Love of Crate

It hardly needs to be said that Daisy loves her new crate. We got it as one of the many preparations we had to make for her return from her back surgery – she needed something bigger and with both side and end entrances. But nothing too big because when we’d previously given her the really large crate from our last dog (a shepherd-collie-husky rescue) thinking she’d enjoy the extra space, she tried it out once and then refused to go back in – not even to get a treat we put in there. It had been scrubbed down sixteen years ago and then again just before we set it up for her, so it didn’t carry any scent. Daisy is like me – she very much prefers cottages over mansions.:)

I DON'T LIKE THIS BIG HOUSE. Where's my cozy cottage??

I DON’T LIKE THIS BIG HOUSE. Where’s my cozy cottage??

We thought Daisy would associate her new crate with her surgery and dislike it after her two months of crate rest were over, but that wasn’t the case. She goes in there to nap and likes to lie near it when she’s out and about in the room. She never has to be told to go into the crate when we’re getting ready to leave the house – as soon as she sees us put on a jacket, put on a pair of “outdoor shoes” or she sees DD or me grab our purses, she heads straight in on her own.

One of the funniest things she does, though, is her “nose poke”. If she’s inside the crate, she likes to poke her nose through the bars to the outside world…

I like to smell the fresh air outside of my cottage...

I like to smell the fresh air outside of my cottage…

...poke...

…poke…

Keeping in touch with the outside world...

Keeping in touch with the outside world…

But if she’s outside the crate, she likes to poke her nose into the crate, as if she wants to experience the best of both worlds…

Oh crate, MY crate, how I love you soooo.....

Oh crate, MY crate, how I love you soooo…..

She’s a funny little girl, our Daisy, and we wouldn’t have it any other way!😀

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Daisy’s New Hangout

Daisy has a new favorite thing – our furry (faux fur, of course!) blankets. And her favorite place to hang out is wherever that blanket is.

But her ultra favorite is when the blanket is hanging off the sofa and we have open folding tables there (to block her from jumping onto the sofa). She immediately claims whatever small portion of the blanket that’s on the floor as hers, then maneuvers and shifts and rolls to pull it further and further down until she’s claimed it all.

She got it to fall so she was completely wrapped up in it!

She got it to fall so she was completely wrapped up in it!

This is the life...

This is the life…

Have you ever seen such contentment?

Have you ever seen such contentment?

Have a great weekend everyone! And a happy Memorial Day weekend to all our USA friends!

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Here we are again…

I can’t believe it’s been two months since I’ve posted. It hasn’t been because we’re having a great time or traveling the globe – things have been a bit rough in Daisyville for a while, and we had a scare with Daisy just the other day too.

I'm sorry I scared you, Mommy.

I’m sorry I scared you, Mommy.

I’ll get through the nasty stuff quickly because let’s face it – who wants to read someone else’s moans and groans? Here’s what’s been going on, at hyperspeed:

  1. DH’s position was eliminated (along with a number of others) and he was unemployed for over 7 months.
  2. Because of that, I took on a LOT of extra freelance work. I had very little time for the blogging world…or anything else, for that matter.
  3. My knee reached epic proportions of pain and decided to include my thigh joint and ankle in the fun, as well as my other knee. It literally got worse every day, and I reached a point where I could hardly walk at all and was in pain just sitting still. This went on for four months while I saw different doctors, none of whom had an answer.
  4. Because all other doctors failed me, giving me wrong diagnoses (which would have resulted in major unnecessary surgery) as well as a perfectly unacceptable diagnosis that I would never be able to go up stairs or even a curb again, I went outside the box to a functional medicine doctor 2 days a week. He’s an hour away (2 hours round trip travel time when there were no traffic delays plus 1-2 hours spent there) which totally killed those two days for me. So…
  5. I’d end up working into the night and on weekends.

And now…

  1. DH has a new job in a completely different field, which is quite interesting for him.
  2. I’m still doing a lot of extra freelance work, but not quite as much as I was.
  3. The functional medicine doctor turned out to be the only one with the right answer, and now my knees are much better. After six months of testing, treatments and supplements, I’m going up stairs with no problem and only have a little bit of pain when I squat fully down, but at least I can get onto the floor again now. And I’m sure that remaining pain will pass eventually, but even if it doesn’t, I’m FULLY FUNCTIONAL again.
  4. I still work on some nights and some weekends, but it’s not an every day thing anymore.

Whew. It was a rough period of time. And those are just the highlights!

And the other day, Daisy decided to give us a good scare. She suddenly couldn’t lie down and kept walking in slow circles, then she’d stare at me with sad eyes and sit up against me – her sure sign that something’s wrong. When she’d finally lie down, it was very carefully and with a groan. Then she’d keep her neck sticking out like a cow. She wouldn’t sit, lie or walk on anything soft at all, which are her favorite places. Not even on a flat blanket, and she’d stare longingly at her crate, which she loves to nap in.

When she'd finally get down to the floor with a groan, she stayed frozen in this position.

When she’d finally get down to the floor with a groan, she stayed frozen in this position. She couldn’t sleep even though she was clearly tired and didn’t move a muscle until she had to.

 

Watching all her symptoms, it appeared she was having pain in her neck or upper back. The surgeon said another back problem could develop out of the blue, you can never tell and there may seem to be no reason for it because it can be a degenerative thing. But this was less than a year after her last harrowing surgery. I was so upset for her and prepping for a run to the vet.

That evening we took her for her usual walk, and suddenly she started acting normally after about eight hours of scary behavior. We have no idea what happened or why it suddenly – and I mean suddenly, like someone flipped a switch – went away, but we’re extremely grateful that it’s gone and she seems fine now. We’re treating her like she’s recovering from a back problem every day now to try to prevent anything. To me, that scary day seemed like a warning.

So in this calm between storms, I’m taking the opportunity to post and visit a bit. Fingers crossed that our bad run is over!

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Daisy’s Humiliation – The Dreaded Sink Bath

Yes, we’re taking yet another precaution against Daisy hurting her back again…though the surgeon would be emphasizing the fact that it can be genetic and it can happen from a sneeze or a stretch!

It’s the dreaded sink bath.

Daisy isn’t a fan of baths as it is, but when DH would bathe her in the tub, she had too much space and she’d walk around, slipping here and there, sometimes making a futile attempt at escape. Even when he’d be shampooing her, she’d get jostled around a bit.

We decided that was now too risky, so we’re bathing her in the sink like when she was a 3-pound puppy. Then she disappeared in the sink, but now it’s just the right size to contain her. We also put a non-skid foam net in the base so she can’t slip around and we’re shampooing very gently.

Her humiliation level seems to have risen exponentially, as you can see.

Oh I don't believe this!

Oh I don’t believe this! I refuse to even look at you.

OH...MY...GOD... You're taking pictures of this humiliation?!!

OH…MY…GOD… You’re taking pictures of this humiliation?!!

You may be able to force me to take a bath, but I'm scheming to repay you. Trust me on that.

You may be able to force me to take a bath, but I’m scheming to repay you. Trust me on that.

We’re part of the Thursday Barks and Bytes Blog hop!

 

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Daisy and the Tornado Watch

We’ve had the most insane weather here. Below freezing one day, 60 degrees the next. No wonder everyone’s getting sick!

Last night we were under a tornado watch. The winds were scary – it reminded me of the early stages of Hurricane Sandy – and the rain was pelting the house with such force, I thought it would break through the windows. It sounded like Mother Nature was furious and trying to break in.

Daisy did not like this. At first she barked every time the windows creaked and the house groaned. Then she started barking at the rain slamming against the windows.

That is, until she found the perfect nesting spot underneath the folding table I was using for my computer, then the combination of comfy and closeness turned her into a laid back, come-what-may kind of gal.

I'm perfectly safe in here!

I’m perfectly safe in here!

I'll just take a nap while you guard the house against the storm. Wake me if we need to leave...

I’ll just take a nap while you guard the house against the storm. Wake me if we need to leave…

We did hear a metallic crash outside – I took a picture of what it was this morning:

street light

street light 2

The power company doesn’t seem to be in any rush to take care of this, even though the light was on all night, the interior is exposed and sitting in a pool of water, and the wires are exposed. I called them at midnight and again this morning, but still no one has come out. I guess our entire lawn and house need to catch fire before they’ll venture out.

Meanwhile, Daisy is taking it all in stride.

I have my comfy blankets in my snuggle spot with Mommy, and all is right with the world. :)

I have my comfy blankets in my snuggle spot with Mommy, and all is right with the world.:)

We’re part of the Thursday Barks and Bytes blog hop!

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