Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

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

This One Takes The Cake

No, Daisy didn’t take cake off the table 😉 …..not this time, anyway!

Do you hate those unwanted telemarketing calls as much as I do? I have our numbers on the Do Not Call registry, but it expired and even though I re-registered us, some calls are slipping through.

What's up with all these phone calls??

But today I got the best one of all. I picked up the phone to be greeted by that annoying silence where you know the auto-dialer has you in a queue. This is because the telemarketer’s time is more important than yours, you see, and his call to you is SO important that they actually expect you to sit on the line waiting to hear his pitch that will just rock your world.

Because we’ve been having some phone difficulties since the storm, including delayed connections, I waited today. I usually don’t. I had picked up a phone with no Caller ID. (Lesson to self: Never pick up a phone without checking Caller ID first….)

So the guy comes on and says, “Hello. Is this the person to whom I am speaking?”

Seriously???!!! Who else would it be – the person to whom you are NOT speaking?? Isn’t that an old joke from the Milton Berle days??

I guess I should be glad that he understood the use of the word “whom”…. 😉

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Daisy and the Dishwasher

What a little character we have here!

If any of you have ever seen the old Star Trek movie “Wrath of Khan”, you’ll remember the moment when Khan’s second in command asks him why he insists on seeking retribution against Captain Kirk years after he’d been wronged by him. Khan’s response, with fists clenched, was, “He tasks me.”

Well, the dishwasher is Daisy’s Captain Kirk. It definitely tasks her.

Every time we put anything in it, she comes flying into the kitchen looking wide-eyed and expectantly between us and the dishwasher. “Is it going on, Mommy? Are you turning it on now? Can ya, huh huh huh?”

When we don’t turn it on, she gets a bit frustrated and sometimes grumbles.

But when we do turn it on….that’s when the show starts.

As soon as Daisy sees us open the under-sink cabinet and take out the dishwasher detergent, she goes into action. With an excited yip, she squeezes half of her body underneath the open dishwasher door.

Then, when we close the door, she waits for that telltale SNAP that tells her all systems are go and liftoff is imminent. She then stares at the Start button, and if we take too long to push it, she starts grumbling and yipping again.

As soon as we push it, she shoves her nose into the corner while the motor quietly hums and waits for the sound of water flowing into the dishwasher. This really intrigues her. With ears at attention, she investigates the corner, the front of the dishwasher, and the small area beneath the dishwasher door.

When she inevitably cannot solve whatever mystery she’s investigating, she looks up at us for an explanation.

It’s just too funny. Eventually she gives the dishwasher door a lick to match the nose marks she’s left, and she’s on her way. This happens every single time, day after day, week after week, month after….well, you get the idea. And with each passing week, she gets a little more excited and yippy.

Daisy leaves her mark!

Silly puppy! 🙂

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Wordless Wednesday – Daisy’s Tug-O-War

MY blanket!!

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Naughty Mommy!

I can’t believe I did it.
I lost Daisy.
Again.
We all know this happened before, but that time it was because she was somewhere she shouldn’t have been.
This time it was my fault.

I need some comforting after my harrowing experience!

I had gone into the laundry room and closed the door behind me when I left, like usual. It’s not a large room, yet I never noticed that Daisy had quietly followed me in there.

I closed her in the laundry room for what must have been 15 minutes.
Yes I did.

Naughty, naughty mommy.

On my behalf (if there is one), she’s mostly white and the laundry room is all white too. And she can tiptoe around like a phantom when she wants to.

I know, I know, that’s a ridiculous excuse. It didn’t fool my conscience either.

I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen her for a while, so I searched high and low – literally. High being up on the bed and couches, low being underneath the bed and tables.

I searched the whole house twice, calling her name, with no response. In true “mommy” form, I started picturing all kinds of scary scenarios – Daisy lying unconscious, Daisy having choked on something, Daisy with a broken leg after jumping off the couch wrong….you know the drill.

Then it struck me – I’d been in the laundry room. But it didn’t make sense – she didn’t respond when I called to her – no whining, no barking, no scratching at the door – and I didn’t see her in there.

How could you?!

So I opened the door and – POP! – out flew little Daisy, who then turned around and gave me the biggest look of reproval I’ve ever seen from a dog.

I don’t blame her a bit. The laundry room doubles as the “naughty room” when she does something naughty.

Bad mommy. I think I’ll give myself a 30 minute time out….

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