Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

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

I’m a HAVACHON, Not a Clothes HOUND!

Just for fun, I thought I’d put together a little collage of photos that illustrate Daisy’s opposition to being a Clothes Hound.  (Granny, I know you don’t like to see her embarrassed, but it’s just so cute!! 😉  )

I'm so embarrassed.....

What kind of a home have I gotten into, anyway???

I can't see a thing!!

If she could, she’d probably carry a big sign reading, “I’m a HAVACHON, not a clothes HOUND”!

Now this is just ridiculous.

Not a hat hound, eh? How about a costume instead?

You're taking Havachon humiliation to a whole new level....

I refuse to show my face while in this silly costume!

I was so happy that my pal Snoopy said I could join their Monday Mischief Blog Hop, even though this post isn’t about my mischief-making! Here’s the button:


Rewind: Frozen Havachon a la Coat

Before the Big Storm, we’d just bought Daisy a new weatherproof fleece-lined coat. The hand-me-down dressy coat just wasn’t cutting it with all our snow this year. It just got soaked and weighed her down.

This is SO humiliating!

When we tried the new coat on Daisy, she froze in place. Positively froze. Wouldn’t move.

And when we put the hood on her, she lowered her head as if it weighed a ton and just stood there like a dozing cow. I got down on the floor with her, and once again she shoved her head into the crook of my arm, as if she was so embarrassed by this new contraption. (Very reminiscent of the Great Christmas Antler Humiliation!)

This is NOT a hat-loving dog!

I can't see a thing!!

Ugh! Not another hat!


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