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