Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

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

Bats In Our Belfry!

Well this is one for the books – last weekend (thank God I wasn’t home alone!!) we heard some odd scratching sounds coming from the fireplace. Daisy was alarmed, staring at the glass doors with her ears perked high. I’d have taken pictures if I hadn’t been so freaked out…

I got a flashlight and looked through the doors – and there it was. A bat! And it’s not even Halloween! YIKES!!

A small brown bat had somehow made its way through the chimney cap meshing, past the closed flue and into the firebox. Of course, it was nearly midnight. He was probably trying to get out to make his nightly rounds.

O-M-G!!!!!!!!

O-M-G!!!!!!!!

We called a 24-hour emergency animal control place that didn’t answer the phone (really?? 24 hour emergency place??) and never called us back…not even the next day. Believe me when I tell you I left them some serious negative feedback.

Even though we have insulation around the fireplace doors, we stuffed rags between the bricks and doors to make sure everything was sealed up, and we put packaging tape over the doors to make sure he couldn’t push his way into the house. I know it’s not logical, but I was totally freaked out!!

All night and the next day he made a racket with his claws scratching up and down the walls of the firebox and climbing up the mesh of the screen behind the glass doors. It was really weird watching him move around, I never realized how creepy a crawling bat looks!

ACK!!!!!!!!!

ACK!!!!!!!!!

I got another emergency animal control service to come out and had to pay an exhorbitant fee for an emergency Sunday call. At the time, I didn’t care. Here take my money, take it all, just get rid of the &$%! bat!!

The guy came and when he got on the roof, took off the chimney cap and looked down the chimney, he saw two more hanging on the chimney walls! At that point I was ready to pack my bags, hire a realtor and move to Norway. Or Iceland. Wherever there are no bats and no bugs.

The guy said our chimney cap is old and the meshing on it was good for keeping out birds but bats could squeeze through it – apparently they only need an opening the size of a pinky finger to get through. Who knew?! So he put bat netting up that’s supposed to allow the bats to leave but not let them back in. As much as the thought of having bats in our chimney freaked me out, I didn’t want them harmed, and this place uses humane methods to encourage them to relocate.

There's a WHAT in the fireplace??!! A BAT?? PACK MY KIBBLE, I'M OUTTA HERE!

There’s a WHAT in the fireplace??!! A BAT?? PACK MY KIBBLE, I’M OUTTA HERE!

The guy didn’t want to open the fireplace doors to get the other bat out because he was very active and could have gotten into the house. I didn’t want him to die in there, but we had no choice but to let him be. I’m happy to report that the freaky little guy found his way out Sunday night! Apparently there’s a very small opening that has to be there and this little explorer found it, squeezed through it, and ended up where he shouldn’t be. Somehow he found his way back up and escaped. Whew!

They finally came yesterday, a week and a half later, to take the netting off, check the chimneys and put up new chimney caps on both fireplaces – there may not have been any bats in the second fireplace, but I’m not taking any chances!

So we’re out $800 unexpectedly but now I don’t jump every time I hear a sound. On to the next crisis…😉

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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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Wordless Wednesday – Daisy’s Daisy Cup

When I saw this coffee mug, I just had to get it. It reminds me of our little Daisy – bright and happy, always smiling. And it makes me smile every time I use it.😀

Is that cup for me? Because it has my name pictured all over it!

Is that cup for me? Because it has my name pictured all over it!

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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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Here we are again…

I can’t believe it’s been two months since I’ve posted. It hasn’t been because we’re having a great time or traveling the globe – things have been a bit rough in Daisyville for a while, and we had a scare with Daisy just the other day too.

I'm sorry I scared you, Mommy.

I’m sorry I scared you, Mommy.

I’ll get through the nasty stuff quickly because let’s face it – who wants to read someone else’s moans and groans? Here’s what’s been going on, at hyperspeed:

  1. DH’s position was eliminated (along with a number of others) and he was unemployed for over 7 months.
  2. Because of that, I took on a LOT of extra freelance work. I had very little time for the blogging world…or anything else, for that matter.
  3. My knee reached epic proportions of pain and decided to include my thigh joint and ankle in the fun, as well as my other knee. It literally got worse every day, and I reached a point where I could hardly walk at all and was in pain just sitting still. This went on for four months while I saw different doctors, none of whom had an answer.
  4. Because all other doctors failed me, giving me wrong diagnoses (which would have resulted in major unnecessary surgery) as well as a perfectly unacceptable diagnosis that I would never be able to go up stairs or even a curb again, I went outside the box to a functional medicine doctor 2 days a week. He’s an hour away (2 hours round trip travel time when there were no traffic delays plus 1-2 hours spent there) which totally killed those two days for me. So…
  5. I’d end up working into the night and on weekends.

And now…

  1. DH has a new job in a completely different field, which is quite interesting for him.
  2. I’m still doing a lot of extra freelance work, but not quite as much as I was.
  3. The functional medicine doctor turned out to be the only one with the right answer, and now my knees are much better. After six months of testing, treatments and supplements, I’m going up stairs with no problem and only have a little bit of pain when I squat fully down, but at least I can get onto the floor again now. And I’m sure that remaining pain will pass eventually, but even if it doesn’t, I’m FULLY FUNCTIONAL again.
  4. I still work on some nights and some weekends, but it’s not an every day thing anymore.

Whew. It was a rough period of time. And those are just the highlights!

And the other day, Daisy decided to give us a good scare. She suddenly couldn’t lie down and kept walking in slow circles, then she’d stare at me with sad eyes and sit up against me – her sure sign that something’s wrong. When she’d finally lie down, it was very carefully and with a groan. Then she’d keep her neck sticking out like a cow. She wouldn’t sit, lie or walk on anything soft at all, which are her favorite places. Not even on a flat blanket, and she’d stare longingly at her crate, which she loves to nap in.

When she'd finally get down to the floor with a groan, she stayed frozen in this position.

When she’d finally get down to the floor with a groan, she stayed frozen in this position. She couldn’t sleep even though she was clearly tired and didn’t move a muscle until she had to.

 

Watching all her symptoms, it appeared she was having pain in her neck or upper back. The surgeon said another back problem could develop out of the blue, you can never tell and there may seem to be no reason for it because it can be a degenerative thing. But this was less than a year after her last harrowing surgery. I was so upset for her and prepping for a run to the vet.

That evening we took her for her usual walk, and suddenly she started acting normally after about eight hours of scary behavior. We have no idea what happened or why it suddenly – and I mean suddenly, like someone flipped a switch – went away, but we’re extremely grateful that it’s gone and she seems fine now. We’re treating her like she’s recovering from a back problem every day now to try to prevent anything. To me, that scary day seemed like a warning.

So in this calm between storms, I’m taking the opportunity to post and visit a bit. Fingers crossed that our bad run is over!

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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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Daisy, the cleaning supervisor

Shower cleaning day is not one that we look forward to. But this time it actually became fun when Daisy took an interest in helping…kibitzing…er, supervising.

Get that corner there. You know what? I need to come in there and stay on top of things...

Get that corner there. You know what? I need to come in there and stay on top of things…

Yes, that's right. Make sure you squeegee it really well now...

Yes, that’s right. Make sure you squeegee it really well now…

Don't forget this other wall here...

Don’t forget this other wall here, it’s looking pretty wet to me…

Good. Now make sure there are no streaks on the glass...

Good. Now make sure you don’t leave any streaks on the glass…

...and up on top of the door too...yes, that's right.

…and up on top of the door too…yes, that’s right.

And finish with the base. Good job!

And finish with the base. Good job!

We’re thinking of hiring her out to cleaning companies as Staff Supervisor – how do you think she’d do?😉

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