Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

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

Daisy the Nursemaid

One of the many comforting things about having a pet is how empathetic they can be when we’re feeling sick or low.

Daisy’s quite the little nursemaid. Recently when DD was sick, she decided to lie on the sleeping bag on the floor – Daisy immediately snuggled up behind her and didn’t move until DD did. Part of her always has to be touching the person she’s with.

I won't leave DD until she feels all better!

I won’t leave DD until she feels all better!

If DD moved, Daisy checked on her and moved right along with her.

Daisy’s sympathetic expression coupled with the way she curls up with us and won’t leave our side always helps us smile, even during the most miserable times.

We’re part of the Thursday Barks and Bytes blog hop!



Daisy’s Self-Imprisonment

Well this is taking things to a new level, even for Daisy!

Our little pup loves being in small places, especially under our beds.

Like playing hide-and-seek under DD's bed

Playing hide-and-seek under DD’s bed

Or playing you-can't-see-me under my bed

Or playing you-can’t-see-me under my bed, one way…

...or the other.

…or the other.

But one day I discovered that the bed had a few sharp protrusions and I was concerned that Daisy might cut her back while army-crawling under there, so I put some storage bins underneath to block her. Oh yeah, that worked real well…

You can't outsmart me!

You can’t outsmart me!

Apparently the bins brought out the interior designer in her, and she’d shoved them around to make just enough space for herself in one corner at the end of the bed. There are no sharp protrusions there, but I didn’t know if she could make a pathway even farther back.

So I brought out the big guns, my final resort – the dreaded gate. Daisy’s been somewhat afraid of the gate since I took my fall over it; I think the loud sound it made when it hit the floor coupled with the loud scream I made when I hit the floor frightened her.

I placed the gate at the end of the bed to cover the open area she’d made, and it worked…for about three days…

The gate and I have struck a deal...you can't keep me out of here!

The gate and I have struck a deal. You can’t keep me out of here!

I surrender. Daisy can have her corner, even if it means she looks like she’s in prison. :)

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Daisy Goes Indoor Camping

After my back injury last year, we had to put a sleeping bag on the floor with a thick piece of foam under it. At first I had to lie on them all day long, then sporadically, and now I only use them to do my back strengthening exercises and for the occasional times when I have pain that can only be helped by an hour or so on the floor.

But Daisy has different ideas. This has become her favorite place to rest, like her own personal campground. She gets pretty annoyed when I need to take over her space!

Now I know why you’re down here every day – this is comfy!


Oooo, snuggly warm!

Oooo, snuggly warm!

Don't mind me, I'll just tuck myself in a bit further...

Don’t mind me, I’ll just tuck myself in a bit further…



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2 Brown Dawgs


Daisy Investigates: What’s going on here?

DH enjoys being a DIY guy, and one of the projects he loves most is tile work. That skill has saved us a ton of money when we redid both bathrooms and the kitchen backsplash ourselves. And he’s really good at it.

So one of the reasons it’s taking weeks longer to get all our renovations done is that DH is re-flooring the foyer on weekends, which takes more time, especially since we have other, more fun things on the weekend calendar as well.

When he started it after the painting was done, he had to pull up 50-year-old mismatched, poorly repaired slate, scrape up whatever was holding them in place, and chip away at stuff with sharp, ear-splitting noises – it was that last part that was the last straw for Daisy. But instead of running away from the horrendous sound, she ran toward it and growled at it.

Mommy, did you hear this racket?

Mommy, did you hear this racket?

Look, it's coming from over here!

Look, it’s coming from over here!

He put up plastic tarps like temporary walls covering both access points to prevent as much dust as possible from coming into the rest of the house – a bit still got through, of course, and that stuff is murder to clean up. That was another thing Daisy didn’t approve of – being kept out of the area.


Hey, what's this big plastic thing doing up here?

Hey, what’s this big plastic thing doing up here?

Is that Daddy in there? Why is he hiding from me?

Is that Daddy in there? Why is he hiding from me?

Come out, Daddy! I see you in there!

Come out, Daddy! I see you in there!

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2 Brown Dawgs


Monday Mischief: Daisy’s Corporate Takeover

Daisy has staged a corporate coup. She has taken over the president/CEO’s chair – literally.

This cushy chair is mine now, and with it I get to boss everyone around.

This cushy chair is mine now, and with it I get to boss everyone around.

Well, the chair of the head of an editing/proofreading company, Proof Positive. DD is the owner/president/CEO, and she brought her cushy office chair home for a while. When she sits in the chair to edit a manuscript, she usually brings Daisy onto the chair with her. There’s lots of space, so Daisy enjoys cuddling on DD’s lap while she works.

Did you call me? I'm in conference now!

Did you call me? I’m in conference now!

I sit on a small office chair next to DD’s, but there’s no room for Daisy. So when DD’s not home, I put Daisy on my lap, pull the big chair up against mine, and Daisy walks onto it.

I love this peep-hole - I can snoop on all my employees!

I love this peep-hole – I can snoop on all my employees!

I don’t think she plans to give it back to DD any time soon!

I don't know why people complain about going to work - this is a breeze!

I don’t know why people complain about going to work – this is a breeze!

We’re part of the Monday Mischief blog hop!


Oh No! Invaders!

Hi blog buddies, Daisy here, commandeering the blog from Mommy, who has been very negligent about blogging for me. She says that between all the work she’s had lately, the renovations on our house, and looking for new furniture/window treatments/pictures for the walls, the weeks keep slipping by without a new blog going up or reading most of our blog buddies’ blogs.

I say she’s got her priorities wrong.

Anyway, “those people” are invading my house again. I’m sure you’ve all had these invaders around at some time – those guys with tools who go poking around in places my family never pokes around in. All over the house. Everywhere.

The first people were particularly annoying guys because they went into every room. And they made my family turn our house upside down.

My family calls them “electricians”, and apparently they were upgrading the entire house because our fuse box and wiring were so outdated, we were told that we were “sitting on top of a fire”. I don’t know what that means, but by the panicky look on Mommy’s face, I assume it’s not a good thing.

Our fuse box was 50 years out of date, the house wasn’t properly grounded (I really don’t get that – it looks to me like it’s sitting right on the ground….), the whole system was below current code, and there’s aluminum wiring in some outlets and switches that was causing what Mommy called “flickering lights”. I thought it was a fun light show, but it just gave Mommy that panicky look again.

So in July my family emptied out all the furniture that has “stuff” in it and boxed it all up. They unloaded all the bookcases with outlets behind them and there were stacks of books all over the place. All the furniture had to be moved away from the walls, so we now have pathways to get places.

Okay Daddy, I approve of your technique here. You may proceed.

Okay Daddy, I approve of your technique here. You may proceed.

It’s been an upside down wreck around here for two months. Some of the stuff has been put away, but we still have lots of boxes around and furniture that’s not in its right places because the painters came next and the walls had to be clear. Now Daddy’s ripping up the foyer floor and putting down a new one….then the carpet guys have to come…. Will this insanity never end?!

It took the electricians two days to do all they needed to do. It took the painters four days to remove tons of wallpaper and then paint all the rooms Mommy wanted painted. It took Daddy two weekends to remove all the old builder’s floor moldings and put down some nice bigger ones. Who knows how long it’ll take him to do the foyer, since he can only work on it on weekends? Hopefully the carpet guys will be done in a day, but then how long will it take to get all the boxes unpacked?? And what about the furniture delivery guys and the ones who pick up the old furniture??

How long is a pup expected to live like this?!

What’s worse is that every time those invaders come, I have to be kept on leash because I keep barking at them. I wanted to nose around in those little boxes the electricians kept opening up in the walls, but everyone yelled “NO!!” and that’s when the leash came out. How can I supervise if I’m constantly on leash?

I guess I’ll just keep supervising Daddy’s work, he doesn’t seem to mind. :)

We’re part of the Thursday Barks and Bytes blog hop!

2 Brown Dawgs


Monday Mischief: Daisy’s New Cuddle Buddy

Is it really mischief if it’s cute and sweet?

This morning I heard the sound of something being dragged down the hallway with a happy trot, and I knew Daisy was up to something. I was working on my computer at the dining room table, and I turned around and saw this:

I know I'm not supposed to take clothes from the laundry bin, but....can I just have this? Pleeeeze???

I know I’m not supposed to take clothes from the laundry bin, but….can I just have this? Pleeeeze???

At first I thought she was going to treat it like a sock and chew the heck out of it, but instead, this happened:

::contented sigh:: ....thank you....

::contented sigh:: ….thank you….

Well how can anyone say no to a pup who just wants to be closer to her mommy?

We’re part of the Monday Mischief blog hop!

Monday Mischief blog hop


Raising Injured Daisy

Daisy’s home!! Hooray! Our little family is complete once again.

That’s the good news. The bad news is that she’s suffering – a lot. And we’re suffering right along with her; we can’t stand to see her hurting. She’s in a lot of pain despite the painkillers she’s on.

DD and I were up all night last night with her. She’s constantly cry-whining pathetically, occasionally yiping, and always shifting around cautiously trying to find a less painful position.

We called the emergency vet last night around 1 AM – we were both in tears – and she was so kind and understanding. Turns out her small dog had ACL tears in both knees at different times, and she said some dogs go through recovery like nothing happened while others feel pain severely. Unfortunately, both her dog and ours are the latter. Also unfortunately, shy of taking her in for one more pain shot, there’s nothing we can do.

Daisy drank two bowls of water (!) and ate her dinner as normal last night, but today I can’t get her to eat her food, nor have we been able to get her to use the bathroom at all since she’s been home. Standing seems to exacerbate the pain even though she keeps that leg raised, and it’s hard for her to calm down afterward.

It’s heartbreaking to see her suffering so much. She keeps turning to me for help with those big, sad eyes, and there’s nothing more I can do. If I could take the pain away from her, I would do it in a second.

Please help me

Please help me

I'm so happy to be home again!

I’m so happy to be home again, but OUCH!

Hey! Don't take a picture of my nekked butt! (Looks like she's wearing a furry sock!)

Hey! Don’t take a picture of my nekked butt! (Looks like she’s wearing a furry sock!)

The source of the ouchies.

The source of the ouchies.

Comfy cozy with all the love of her family around her.

A brief moment of comfort.


Daisy’s New Outlook On The World

I’m in the throes of arranging to move my 90-year-old aunt into an assisted living home, and the process is daunting in every way. We’ve been trying to get her to at least move into a smaller place closer to us (she’s AN HOUR AWAY) for the past 30 years – she’s living on her own in a 3-level home with steep stairs AND she has mobility problems – with no luck until now. Finally, after a second-floor pipe ruptured in her 1915 house resulting in costly repairs, she became convinced that the high cost of maintaining an old house isn’t worth the headaches – or the cost at this point in her life. She’s got very little to live on as it is.

That was the turning point that convinced her to move, and it was a blessing in disguise, because she’s become unstable walking and I really wanted her near me as well as in a nice place where there would be people around who could help her. Plus her neighborhood has changed a lot, and she no longer knows anyone there, so she’s become isolated. All together, these and other issues are recipes for disaster and unhappiness.

FINALLY, she agreed to let us bring her down to look at some nice assisted living homes. Her eyes opened WIDE and she fell in love with the places, the people, the friendly aides, the food – it was wonderful! She’ll be catered to for the rest of her life, she’ll have friends aplenty, and she’ll have a sense of purpose. I’m so happy!

The one catch is —– we need to move her by the end of the month. There’s only one apartment open, which is perfect for her, and they’ll only hold it until the end of September, and that’s doing us a favor – normally they only hold them for 1-2 weeks.  SOOOO, I’m arranging everything to make this happen in triple-time: selling her house (which won’t be easy, it’s incredibly rundown), moving her bank accounts, getting her medical assessments done, filling out a TON of forms (seriously, together they look like a book!), moving the things she’ll be taking with her, packing 81 years of stuff and selling what she’s not taking, getting financial Power of Attorney because she no longer wants to handle her own finances, so I’ll be doing that for her…that’s just the beginning. The list is endless and the timing has to be just right. But it’ll be SO worth it in the long run!

All this has created a mess in our house AGAIN – this seems to be a theme for us this year – The Year Of Messes. I’ve been moving boxes of things from her house to mine until we can move them into her new place or sell them at auction in October and November. The boxes have taken over my computer room and part of my living room (I swear they multiply at night!), so I’ve been working in the dining room.

This chaos has been a dream for Daisy, though. She’s got all this new stuff to sniff and investigate, plus she now gets to sit at the dining room table with me while I’m working (yeah, I know, I’m weak; her sweetness and cuteness win me over every time). There’s a double window near the table, and some days have been so cool and beautiful out that I was able to open windows in the house (finally, after that brutal summer! Though two days ago it was 100 degrees and humid again….) and I noticed Daisy trying to sniff the air. So I covered the chair seats with blankets and rearranged things a bit for her. This is now her new favorite spot – on sunny days, the sunlight streams in, so she gets to sit on a chair, sniff the air coming in the window, AND bask in a puddle of sunshine all at the same time – a Havachon dream come true!

Daisy window peek 2

Hey this is great! I may be small, but now I’ve got a higher perspective on the world!

Oh yeah, this is sweet!

Oh yeah, this is sweet!

If we’ve been a bit scarce lately, all this extra work is the reason why. I can’t wait until it’s all done and settled and I can have a normal weekend again!



Daisy is a true family dog. And she wants the whole family to be together at all times.

We noticed this at first when she was very young and would wait by the door for whoever left to return. She looked pretty sad with her back all hunched, until she finally realized they would eventually come back!

Daisy waiting

A very young Daisy waiting by the garage door. Yes, DD will be back soon, little one!

If one of us takes a nap or sleeps later than the others, this still really bugs Daisy.

If you, as the sleeping beauty, want to keep on sleeping, you better make sure your door is closed – tightly. Because Daisy will push her way in and grumble and whine until you get up just to silence her.

Last December, DD had a really nasty cold and stayed home from work. She slept nice and late, much to Daisy’s dismay:

Daisy at 7 AM.... "Where are you, DD?"

Daisy at 7 AM…. “Where are you, DD?”

Daisy at 8 AM - Seriously, this photo was taken an HOUR later! She hadn't moved a muscle.

Daisy at 8 AM – Seriously, this photo was taken an HOUR later! She hadn’t moved a muscle.

And this is what happened when DH took a rare nap one Sunday afternoon:

Daddy? Why are you napping? When are you coming out to play with me?

Daddy? Why are you napping? When are you coming out to play with me?

Notice a pattern here? :)



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