Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

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

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!


The Seed is Always Sweeter on the Other Side of the Bird Feeder

We finally have a true winter in the northeast, with lots of snow, ice, and freezing rain. Temps below the freezing mark for many days in a row – no wimpy winter this year!

Light snow today, followed by a Nor’easter tomorrow through Thursday with “significant” accumulations.

Yesterday had below zero wind chills.

As a result, the winter birds are looking for food, since so many of their usual sources remain buried in snow or are encased in ice. So we keep our bird feeder filled, and in return, they give us the beauty of their presence.

I knew it was going to be a rough winter back in fall, when I saw the squirrels’ bodies beefing up beyond their normal winter fullness and their tails thicker than ever.

And the birds were getting fatter and fatter in preparation for the long winter months ahead. While the weather forecasters predicted a mild winter, Nature knew differently.

The perches on our 4-perch bird feeder are constantly filled with birds and there’s a waiting line! One bird waits its turn on the squirrel baffle, one on top of the feeder, another on top of the pole, a bunch in the tree branches watching and waiting. Another dozen or so pecking at the fallen seed on the ground, just waiting for an opening above.

Waiting their turn...with a dozen more on the ground and more in the trees

But the puzzling thing is: when there’s plenty of food in every trough, why do they always have to move to another perch and pull food from that side? Why is the seed always sweeter on the other side of the bird feeder?

Sometimes they even go so far as to push another bird off its perch so they can taste the delicacies around the corner. Other times, when there are fewer “customers” at the Avian Diner (LOL!), they go from perch to perch, around and around the feeder, sampling morsels from each.

It’s all the same stuff. Wild Bird Food. Period.

I’ve noticed that the female cardinal’s colors are suddenly getting brighter on her neck and under her tail; even her beak seems to be a brighter orange.

Deep winter blesses us with abundant beauty.


Do Dogs Have Nightmares? This Havachon Puppy Did!

Another “first”‘ for Daisy in her young life – she had her first nightmare during one of her many daytime naps (maybe that’s a “daymare”? Or a “napmare”?). I’m sure this is one “first” she could have done without!

There she was, sleeping comfortably on her warm blanket, when suddenly she yiped out of nowhere and thrust her entire body to the side so hard, I heard her leg bone smack the floor. This was far from the usual mini-yaps and leg twitches we see during normal naps.

I said “Are you okay?” and she looked up at me with BIG scared eyes. I’ve never seen her look scared before! She even looked a bit disoriented.

At first I thought that maybe some rogue spider got in and bit her, so I shook out her blanket and checked her over. Thankfully, nothing. I HATE spiders…I mean, I really HATE them! I’m not a fan of the creepy-crawlies in general.

So I went into auto-mommy comfort-mode, scooping her up and cuddling her. Boy, did she ever sink into me! I guess she needed comforting.

What on earth could she have had a bad dream about? So far in her little 10-month life, nothing bad has happened to her. Maybe she dreamed she fell off the couch? Or got buried in an avalanche of snow? Or missed her dinner? So I did a little investigating online……

It seems that researchers have found that dogs do have nightmares, particularly dogs who have endured difficulties, like abused dogs. But they say any dog can have nightmares, and that most commonly, it’s young dogs and older dogs who have them. (I guess that’s one positive thing to be said about being middle aged! LOL) It’s interesting that they classify nightmares as “dreams gone wrong”….sure sounds a lot more benign than it feels!

Daisy at 3 months old

The occasional doggy nightmare is nothing to be concerned about, but continually-occurring bad dreams that awaken not only the pooch but the owner as well can be problematic.

An article on Hub Pages says that if a dog is clearly agitated during sleep, indicating a nightmare, the owner can wake them up with soft talk and gentle pats. Personally, I don’t think that’s a good idea. If the dream is really bad, the dog could be startled awake and bite the owner without realizing what he’s doing. An expert on Pet People’s Place agrees that waking a sleeping dog is not a good idea.

Although this article says that dogs having nightmares are hard to wake up, it would seem to me that it’s best to talk or make some kind of sound outside the dog’s biting range, just to be safe. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dog stuck in nightmare-mode, but it must be pretty intense.

The Hub Pages article suggests that since a night light or stuffed animal works to help children overcome nightmares, dog owners might try the same thing if their dog has recurring bad dreams. I’m not sure the psychology would be the same for dogs…what do you think?


The Great Havachon Mirror Wars of 2011

I throw down the gauntlet! Surrender, you beast!

This should go down in the Havachon History books. The Great Havachon Mirror Wars of 2011.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned with this little puppy, it’s to always have my camera close at hand (I should really have a video camera strapped to my shoulder to get all her antics!). You just never know what Crazy Daisy will get up to next!

A freezing rain was carrying on outside yesterday, so I decided to  stay in. It was, as we like to call it, a “Cocoa Day”.

I was cleaning the master bath when, from the bedroom, I heard a series of thunk-thunkthunk-thunks. I knew Miss Daisy was up to something very…..Havachon. So I whipped out my trusty camera.

The full-length mirror was swinging wildly back and forth (it’s on its own stand), and Daisy was racing out of the room, away from the mirror, while looking over her shoulder and barking holy hell at it. The only thing I can figure is that she was investigating the back of it, discovered she could move it, and somehow managed to jump over its base, pushing the mirror forward and causing it to swing like crazy.

This must have either terrified her or really ticked her off. The mirror had taken on a life of its own.

She stood at the other end of the hallway barking her head off, as if there was an imminent threat to herself and her treasured domain. It was nonstop. I’ve never heard her carry on like that before. Even when someone comes to the door, she just whines….

Slowly she made her way back up the hall, in tiny double-steps, stopping every couple of steps and letting that mirror have a piece of her mind. Her Crazy Daisy mind.

Very cautiously, she approached the mirror, continually growling, bfffffing through clenched teeth, and bow-wow-wowing like a maniac. But it was so funny to watch, I just couldn’t tell her to stop. I wanted to see how this whole thing would play out.

She finally got close to the mirror – in the picture, she’s growling. I couldn’t time my shots right to get a picture of her barking (an annoying fault of digital cameras). If I hadn’t witnessed the entire event, I’d have thought she was angry with or threatened by the dog in the mirror!

How DARE you impersonate me!!

Well the barking escalated; she yelled at that mirror continuously for ten solid minutes. I realized that this could go on infinitely, so I called her away and closed off the room.

This morning she went back in and, after a few innocent minutes, she realized the offending mirror was still there, even after all her warnings. The War was back on.

The room is now closed off.

What a crazy little puppy!


Havachon Food Fun – Canine “Ratatouille”


I'll play with this grain of rice until it dissolves!


If you’ve ever seen the animated movie “Ratatouille”, you’ll understand why we compare our little Havachon puppy to the main character, who’s a chef named Remy. He just happens to be a rat….but a cute one.

Boiling the movie down to its absolute core, the movie is about an adorable little street rat (yes, they actually made a rat look adorable in this movie!) who refuses to eat trash or whatever else comes his way. He’s got a gourmet palate – his senses of smell and taste are acute, and he can only eat good food. He can discern every single ingredient in a recipe and tries to educate his fellow street rats so they can appreciate gourmet food rather than scarfing down every disgusting, rotten remnant they find in streets and alleys. Gordon Ramsay would have loved having him on Hell’s Kitchen!! 🙂

But this is all to no avail. So he leaves his rat pack and through a series of events, he ends up becoming the head chef of a fancy restaurant in France.

What does this have to do with Daisy, you ask? Well, when it comes to food, she has a couple of things in common with Remy. If we give her a teeny, tiny piece of something she’s never tasted before, she excitedly but gingerly takes it with her front teeth and trots off happily into the family room with it.

And that’s where the hours of food fun begin. She puts it down and looks at it carefully, sniffs it liberally, thinks about it for a minute, then licks  it cautiously. Then she gets down to business. Lying down on the floor with the treasured bit before her, she picks it up in her mouth and puts it down, over and over again. Sometimes she trots around to different spots and repeats this performance until finally, 10 or so minutes later, she actually eats the thing.

We introduce new, safe food items (we don’t feed her table scraps or anything much besides dog food and treats) in tiny amounts because her sensitive little tummy needs to adjust to new foods slowly, or we’re doing a lot of cleanup. And it’s not pretty.

I gave her the tiniest, 1/8 inch bit of pretzel last night, and somehow she made it last throughout her entire routine. Same thing with one Rice Krispie and one grain of rice – go figure! She’s a funny little gal.

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Our Havachon Has Our Genes!

They say that adopted children many times take on the traits and looks of their adoptive parents. We think this is true of adopted puppies as well. 😉


I will SO do it if I want to!!


Before DD was born, we knew two things about her: she’d have curly hair, and she’d have a stubborn streak. Both traits run heavily through both of our families.

She did – on both counts.

Well, Daisy’s no different. She had long, puffy, straight hair when we got her, and it’s now curly, curly, curly! And she definitely has that stubborn streak that surfaces any time she wants to have things her way. It’s a funny process, actually – she’ll do something that’s not allowed, and when we tell her “no” the first time, she just stands there staring at us with this funny little expression on her face, like she’s really thinking about it and contemplating why we wouldn’t allow that.

She eventually returns to the scene of the crime and does it again. But this time, she’s ready for us. When we say “no”, she yaps back at us. One quick, complaining little yap, along with a little hop that puts her body sideways to us, ready to bolt away in case we try to pick her up and put her in the naughty room (which is the laundry room; this only happens when she does something really bad, though) for a couple of minutes.

But she’s ready for anything – if we follow her yap with another “no”, she lets out a shrill yap and starts racing around the room like a lunatic, letting out little grumbles and under-her-breath barks. Just like a teenager who’s been sent to her room and mumbles under her breath the entire time she’s stomping away.

But that stubbornness is there – like with the sofa-jumping episode, she’ll walk over to whatever it is she’s not supposed to touch and look at it, look at us, then look back at it, deciding if she can get away with it again. Stubborn.

If she commits the crime a third time, she looks at us sideways and is ready to bolt. She yaps as if to say, “Look! I did it again! Aren’t you going to  scold me?” This time, we tell her “no”, then just ignore her, and usually the bad behavior stops. I guess it’s just no fun anymore if no one is going to pay any attention to it.

But those aren’t the only coincidences. DD had one baby tooth that just refused to fall out on its own. Her adult tooth was trying to push its way in and ended up starting to emerge through the side of her gum, next to the baby tooth. We had to have the baby tooth pulled. Well, wouldn’t you know that Daisy has two baby teeth – her upper canines – that are rock solid and sitting right up against the adult canines that already came in? Now the vet has to pull them during her spay surgery.

So, Daisy is one puppy who is truly one of the family, all the way down to her genetics, it seems! 🙂

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Part Cat? Part Cobra?

What a crazy mix of behaviors Daisy displays! Mixed in with all the puppy-ness are these funny little actions that remind us of cats, cobras, and a couple of other totally unrelated creatures.

One of my nuttier moments....

The Cat in her arches her back like a black cat on Halloween as part of a big post-nap stretch. Her inner cat also loves to chase long, dangling things like fabric belts and loose sneaker strings; she stretches out her front legs, extends her claws and poke-poke-pokes at them. We’re thinking of getting one of those long ribbon cat toys with bells at the ends (she LOVES anything that makes noise) to play occasional games of cat-and-mouse with her!

The Cobra side of her strikes with lightning speed at whatever her intended target is. It’s so fast, you don’t even see it coming, it just happens. We can be holding a toy of hers and she’ll just stare hard at it, then suddenly thrust her head out and strike with those razor teeth, grabbing the toy. This is kind of funny to watch, but it’s not so funny when we’re holding her and she decides to cobra-strike our chins with a little love nip. That requires a scolding.

Then there’s the horse part of her personality. That’s when she’s ultra-excited and suddenly comes bounding so fast across the carpeted floor that she sounds like a charging herd of horses. “Watch out for the thundering herd of puppy!” we call out to warn those in nearby rooms.

And of course, trumping all else, there’s her nuttiness. That silly, nutty little puppy that keeps us laughing from sun-up to sundown and beyond. We call her our little cashew nut because, like cashews, she’s sweet, nutty, and pricey LOL!


Quirky Puppy!

Okay, figure this weird little quirk ~~

Whenever we take out a box of aluminum foil or plastic wrap, Daisy comes flying into the kitchen yapping her head off even before we starting pulling the sheet out. When we do, her yapping goes into overdrive!

We can’t figure out what it is about these things that sets her off, but she stands there yapping and posturing in a combination challenging/playful way. As soon as we put the box away, she stops and leaves. And she doesn’t do it when we take out wax paper, only foil wrap and plastic wrap! We’ve let her sniff the boxes and she’s clearly not afraid of them, she just has that strange reaction every single time.

Silly puppy……


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