Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

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

Disappearing Daisy

Sometimes Daisy is a real camera-hound, other times she gets jealous if I’m taking pictures of wildlife outside, and still other times she plays hard-to-get, refusing to look at the camera. She’ll be in the perfect pose that I just HAVE to preserve for all eternity, and as soon as I get in position, zoom in, and put my finger on the button, she deliberately moves. And laughs. I swear she’s laughing.

On this particular day, she decided to play catch-me-if-you-can. Here’s the sequence:

Are you trying to take yet ANOTHER picture of me?

Are you trying to take yet ANOTHER picture of me?

POOF! The ol' Vanishing Puppy routine...

POOF! The ol’ Vanishing Puppy routine…

You're STILL there???

You’re STILL there???

Oh well, half a Daisy face is better than no Daisy face! 😉

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Daisy, The Repairpup

This weekend, the toilet in the guest bathroom started acting funky. Daisy was right on the case, and to do the job right, she brought her most important tool – her trusty Daddy helper.

Daisy loves DIY projects (she does NOT like outside workmen, she prefers Daddy does the job) and was completely obsessed with the whole process…even after it was all finished. But pictures tell the story better than words…

Daddy, I think there's something wrong with the flusher in here...

Daddy, I think there’s something wrong with the flusher in here…

"You mean here, Daisy?" "Yes, that's right Daddy."

“You mean here, Daisy?”
“Yes, that’s right Daddy.”

"I'll just snoopervise from down here on this comfy carpet. You go ahead and stick your hand in the toilet water."

“I’ll just snoopervise from down here on this comfy carpet. You go ahead and stick your hand in the toilet water.”

"What was that you threw away? Oh yes, I see, it's broken. Good job."

“What was that you threw away? Oh yes, I see, it’s broken. Good job.”

"Let me just check around on this side..."

“Let me just check around on this side…”

"...and around this side..."

“…and around this side…”

"...and back here too. Gotta be sure it's done right, after all."

“…and back here too. Gotta be sure it’s done right, after all.”

"Well, Daddy, I've completely assessed the situation here. You need to go to the DIY store."

“Well, Daddy, I’ve completely assessed the situation here. You need to go to the DIY store.”

"I suggest you take a picture of the part you need so you don't make a mistake."

“I suggest you take a picture of the part you need so you don’t make a mistake.”

"Do you think I should fix this area here, Daisy?" "Yes Daddy, that's the problem spot."

“Do you think I should fix this area here, Daisy?”
“Yes Daddy, that’s the problem spot.”

"I'll stand guard here and make sure this toilet doesn't get any wise ideas while Daddy's gone."

“I’ll stand guard here and make sure this toilet doesn’t get any wise ideas while Daddy’s gone.”

I’m happy to report that Daisy and Daddy made a good repair team – everything’s working well again!

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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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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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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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Holiday Daisy

I think Daisy deliberately waited until the holiday season to throw her disk out of whack so she wouldn’t be forced to:

  • wear her reindeer antlers
  • wear her candy cane jingle collar
  • partake in tree decorating (aka being wrapped in garland and lights)
  • or any of the other humiliating fun Christmas traditions she tolerates enjoys.

But in the spirit of the season, I’m going to post some pictures I never got a chance to put up last year of our Daisy stealing water originally destined for the Christmas tree. In Daisy’s mind, water in anything other than her bowl is “special water” and is irresistible!

What's that over there with the water in it?

What’s that over there with the water in it?

I'll just keep it company...I'm not doing anything...

I’ll just keep it company…I’m not doing anything…

Just repositioning...nothing to worry about...tra lala...

Just repositioning…nothing to worry about…tra lala…

This is looking pretty enticing...

This is looking pretty enticing…

Maybe just a sniff...

Maybe just a sniff…

OOPS! Caught in the act!

OOPS! Caught in the act!

You're okay with me, buddy!

You’re okay with me, buddy!

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all our blog friends who have been there for us all year, through the good, the bad, and the difficult!

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