…not a worry in the world…
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.😀
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
And of course, all couches and chairs must be blocked off so Daisy doesn’t jump up on anything.
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 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.
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.
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…
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…
She’s a funny little girl, our Daisy, and we wouldn’t have it any other way!😀
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’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:
- DH’s position was eliminated (along with a number of others) and he was unemployed for over 7 months.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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…
- I’d end up working into the night and on weekends.
- DH has a new job in a completely different field, which is quite interesting for him.
- I’m still doing a lot of extra freelance work, but not quite as much as I was.
- 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.
- 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.
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!
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
humiliatingfun Christmas traditions she toleratesenjoys.
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!
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!
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.
We’re thinking of hiring her out to cleaning companies as Staff Supervisor – how do you think she’d do?😉
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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.
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.
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Well this is taking things to a new level, even for Daisy!
Our little pup loves being in small places, especially under our beds.
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…
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…
I surrender. Daisy can have her corner, even if it means she looks like she’s in prison.
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