Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

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

Daisy’s Disgusting New Habit….Yuck….

What’s with dogs and bathroom trash pails?

The Stare.

Years ago, I used to dog-sit my friend’s terrier mix, a sweet dog who was a rescue. She had some weird habits from who-knows-what in her past, but one thing she always did was pull every single tissue out of the bathroom garbage, pull them apart, and spread them out all over the house.

Yuck. Really gross. So I started making sure the bathroom doors were shut tight when she stayed with us.

I couldn’t figure out what made those tissues so appealing, and I still can’t. But now Daisy has started showing an interest in the bathroom trash too. She doesn’t take everything out and spread tissues all over the place, but she does pull out a single tissue, which I find somewhere in the house. Unchewed, just sitting there. Could be anywhere.

Could be embarrassing when someone drops in and there’s a bit of trash on the hall carpet. šŸ˜¦

But almost all canine antics have a funny side – I always know when Daisy’s done the deed because she stands stock still in one specific spot in the middle of the dining room. She doesn’t move when I walk by, she doesn’t respond when I talk to her, she just stares at me. It’s like she’s saying, “You’re not going to be very happy with me in a couple of seconds….”

Let's see if you can figure out what I did and where I did it....

She’s not scared or worried, it’s almost like she’s anticipating the moment I find the tissue and wants to see what I’ll do.

So now I know her new “tell”, and when I see her standing there staring at me, I say, “What did you do!” And still she doesn’t flinch. I hunt around and inevitably find the displaced tissue, waving it at her and saying, “Naughty! NO NO!” and still she stands there staring at me, ears up, tail up, just waiting for me to throw the tissue away. As soon as I emerge from the bathroom, she goes on her merry way.

I think we should rename her “SillyPuppy”. šŸ™‚


Ring Face Havachon

Daisy loves ring toys….for the whole 20 minutes that they last….

Hey! Where'd everybody go??

The funny thing is that she likes holding them in her mouth so that the ring sometimes covers her eyes and she can’t see where she’s going! When she was only a few months old, we thought it was just couldn’t figure out how to hold the ring so it didn’t cover her face, but she still loves doing it. And we can see that she does it on purpose!

One time she actually ran right into a piece of furniture because she had the ring positioned so that it acted like a blindfold. Silly little puppy!










Can you see me if I can't see you??


A Havachon’s Favorite Toy – Her Ear

What a little nut! We’ve noticed that one of Daisy’s favorite playthings is – her ear!

What a nut!

Now, I’ve seen and heard of some dogs who play with their ears, but this silly girl likes to use her paws like hands, going into all kinds of weird contortions trying to push an ear into her mouth. Her ears aren’t all that long, so it’s a stretch.

Once she’s got it, loud chewing noises cut through the room. And I mean loud, like a child who’s chewing a wad of gum with its mouth open.

She’s not chewing the solid part of her ear, she’s chewing the hair hanging beyond it. This wouldn’t be a problem except for the fact that she’s creating some pretty nasty knots in her ear hair, all of which are on the underside, not visible when you look at her.

And I can’t cut them out because they’re large enough to leave a thin area of hair or a missing chunk of hair.

Seriously, with all her blankets and Nylabones, why would she want to do this? Is it akin to thumb-sucking for dogs? What on earth does she get out of it?? ::eye rolling::

Now, where did I leave that ear toy??


Daisy the Stringer

I feel like I’ve been away from WordPress forever! I’ve had a heavy out-of-town work load over the past few days (even over the weekend!) and didn’t get a chance to post or visit my blog buddies.

Now I’m about to embark on a couple of big new projects. When it rains, it pours.

There's no better way to end the day than with a good pajama string!

Anyway, we freelance writers are referred to in several different ways, depending on the types of publications we’re writing for. We’re called freelance journalists by some, contributors by others, contributing editors by bigger publications. And newspapers who use us regularly as correspondents refer to us as “stringers”.

Daisy is a different kind of “stringer”.

Daisy loves strings. Loose strings hanging from her blanket, drawstrings on hoodies or pajama bottoms, strings we use to tie newspaper bundles for recycling – you name it, if it’s got a string, she’ll go after it. She’ll see it even if it’s the finest, thinnest string made by man.

And if there’s no string to be found, she’ll create one from something that has intact sewing. That’s not so good.

Sometimes we hear chewing sounds coming from Daisy and it looks like she’s chewing air. Just lying there, making

She's "in the zone" - look at those little teeth go!

these huge chewing motions as if she’s got an ox bone in her mouth. That’s when we have to high-tail it over to her because we know she’s gotten hold of thread, and something somewhere is coming apart.

Then comes the search to match the thread color to something in the house in case we need to repair it – usually it’s one of her toys or a blanket, but you never know. Because sometimes it’s one of OUR blankets, or even worse, clothing. That’s pretty infrequent….so far….

In this house, you could say that the sound of Daisy “air-chewing” is like a fire alarm going off in a firehouse. It’s like a call to arms. The Call of the Stringer.


Daisy’s New Water Signal :)

When Daisy wants something, everyone knows it.

From the first day we brought her home, Daisy made it perfectly clear when she wanted something she couldn’t get for herself.

If she wanted attention, she’d pull her Brat Yap on us – that shrill, bratty-sounding repetitive yap that pierces right through your eardrums. (Thanks to Jan Fennell’s book, we put a quick end to that…)

If she wanted to play, she’d race to find just the right toy and race back to us with it, play-growling up a pint-sized storm, thrusting it into our hand and pulling it away again. (She still does that!)

If she wanted to go for a ride, she’d sit by her travel crate and whine, staring holes in us. (She doesn’t even fit in the travel crate anymore!)

But when it came to wanting water, her signals have changed 3 times in 10 months. First she started a life-or-death barking campaign, but since she just bounced around the floor while she was barking, we never knew what she wanted!

Eventually someone will notice I'm standing here.... Hellooo-ooo!

She then revised that signal and started scratching madly at the bottom of her water bowl as if she would strike a gusher at any moment. That was a GREAT signal – we always knew what she wanted. Trouble was, she abused it and started scratching like a maniac at the bottom of her food bowl too, but she was just being a little piggy and we never fed her on demand.

That made her mad, so she decided that her bowls were chew toys and, when we said “No” to her food demands, she took her bratty frustration out on the food bowl.Ā  My blog buddies know what that means – when the Destructo-Pup side of her personality emerges, nothing survives. I was NOT going to buy a new food bowl every other day! So when she’d treat her food bowl like a chew toy, she was put in the naughty room. It took a few weeks to break her of that habit (she even tried to chew the plastic mat underneath her bowls, dumping water everywhere!), but we finally won that battle.

Now she’s developed a new signal. She just sits or stands quietly next to her empty water bowl with a funny look on her face. Just sits there….staring. If we’re not in the room, she’s out of luck until someone happens to come along and sees her there. Sitting. Just sitting.

Quieter, yes, but not very effective. Funny dog, this little Daisy of ours! I have a feeling we’re in for many years of quirky, funny, silly little behaviors! I love it! šŸ™‚


Daisy Hates Emeril!

I usually make my own broths, but I didn’t have time yesterday to whip up a vegetable broth so I could use it in a new recipe. (We love trying new foods, so I made a dish called Spicy Ethiopian Red Lentil Stew – it’s vegan, very healthful, and served over Basmati rice – and it was delicious!)

Anyway, I bought a container of Emeril’s organic vegetable broth and set it on the kitchen counter. Daisy was playing around on that side of the kitchen for a while, when about 10 minutes later, out of the clear blue, I hear the sound of panicky doggy claws racing in place, trying to make a mad escape from some Dreaded Foe.

I turned around and saw her legs racing, trying desperately to get traction on the wood floor, ears disappeared behind her head, and her eyes open so wide in horror that I thought the Devil himself was behind her. I wish I could have had a picture of that!

She finally got traction and ran into the family room. Then she came cautiously back into the kitchen, stretching her neck like a giraffe to peek around the pantry and starting a major high-pitched, angry barking campaign directed right at the Emeril package on the counter. I thought it was just another case of That Which Did Not Belong, but this was a different type of barking. And her antics were different too – a few barking steps aggressively forward, followed by a race back out of the room.

This played out over and over and over again. I finally put the package out of her sight. Later, I took it out again, which restarted the whole frenzy even though I was holding the package. I said “Nice package. See? It’s okay” over and over, to no avail. She wasn’t having any of it.

The cautious sniff...

So I put it on the floor and got the camera. One cautious sniff and she was off again. This has never happened with anything before, the only difference is the picture of Emeril on the front. Hmmmmm…..

I think Daisy hates Emeril!

I will NOT come any closer to That Thing!!


Havachon Under Wraps….By Choice!

What a nut!

Yes, this blanketed torpedo shape actually is a Havachon puppy. See the tiny bit of furry tail at the top?

Daisy’s taken her blanket loving mummy impersonation to new heights. She now brings her blanket on the sofa with her, so for laughs I tossed it over her so it completely enveloped her from head to tail.

This silly girl liked it!

She ended up taking a 2-hour nap wrapped in her blanket, furthering her mummy impersonation. Even when she sat up for a minute and I could see her head turning as if she was looking around, she never came out from under that blanket.

I need to find a blanket that looks like mummy wrappings for Halloween and maybe a sarcophagus-shaped doggie bed! LOL She’d be a natural!

This is the life!


Hey, I feel a draft back there....

Thaaaat's better!


Daisy and the Dreaded Pen

I mentioned once before about how upset Daisy gets when she discovers something that’s out of place or doesn’t belong, but last night she took that to new heights.

As I was working on my computer, a pen fell off the desk and clattered onto the wood floor. This didn’t sit well with Daisy at all.

She jumped up and away (in one motion) as if a bomb had gone off next to her. Then she began her accusatory “dance” – the “You Don’t Belong Here Go Away” dance.

It starts with her backing away from the offending item with her ears in that unique up-and-forward position that’s reserved for questioning things; then she does her little Around-And-Back tap dance that puts her at a safe distance from The Offender. This is coupled with “bffff-ing”, grumbling and yapping – complaints aimed directly at The Offender.

Eventually she’ll try to sneak an overly cautious sniff at the thing, but it never passes her acceptance test and ultimately she must rescue her cherished belongings and move them to safety with her while keeping one eye on That Which Does Not Belong. Here’s a VERY abbreviated idea of what goes on:

The Offender Strikes

Assessing the Offender from a safe distance

I must rescue my precious blanket and move it to safety!


With all her destructive tendencies, Daisy will never attempt to touch That Which Does Not Belong.

No matter how many times this happens, we just can’t stop laughing!


Daisy And Her One-Eyed Havachon Sneak Peek

Looking through our pictures, I noticed something several of them have in common: when Daisy’s doing something wrong or being sneaky, she tends to partially hide herself behind something and peek out with one eye.

It’s her Sneak Peek.

I thought these pictures of her sneaky-peeky moments might make a funny collage of sorts:

I know I'm not supposed to be in here....

I'm not supposed to be up here without permission...do you think they can see me?

Heeheehee! Oops - I think my other eye is showing....

Do you think they noticed that I chewed the table? This isn't a very good hiding place...


Daisy the Havachon Mummy

Daisy loves her blankets so much that she even likes walking around completely wrapped in up them! We call her the Havachon Mummy.

Daisy likes to thrust her big fleece blanket into our hands and start a tug-o-war. But she likes it best when we toss the blanket over her completely so that she’s completely enveloped in her favorite companion, then she embarks on a whole other playtime ritual all her own!

Once again, pictures speak louder than words:











Look at that CRAZY ear hair frizz!

Self explanatory....LOL

I'm losing my wrappings!


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