Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

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

Naughty Mommy!

I can’t believe I did it.
I lost Daisy.
We all know this happened before, but that time it was because she was somewhere she shouldn’t have been.
This time it was my fault.

I need some comforting after my harrowing experience!

I had gone into the laundry room and closed the door behind me when I left, like usual. It’s not a large room, yet I never noticed that Daisy had quietly followed me in there.

I closed her in the laundry room for what must have been 15 minutes.
Yes I did.

Naughty, naughty mommy.

On my behalf (if there is one), she’s mostly white and the laundry room is all white too. And she can tiptoe around like a phantom when she wants to.

I know, I know, that’s a ridiculous excuse. It didn’t fool my conscience either.

I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen her for a while, so I searched high and low – literally. High being up on the bed and couches, low being underneath the bed and tables.

I searched the whole house twice, calling her name, with no response. In true “mommy” form, I started picturing all kinds of scary scenarios – Daisy lying unconscious, Daisy having choked on something, Daisy with a broken leg after jumping off the couch wrong….you know the drill.

Then it struck me – I’d been in the laundry room. But it didn’t make sense – she didn’t respond when I called to her – no whining, no barking, no scratching at the door – and I didn’t see her in there.

How could you?!

So I opened the door and – POP! – out flew little Daisy, who then turned around and gave me the biggest look of reproval I’ve ever seen from a dog.

I don’t blame her a bit. The laundry room doubles as the “naughty room” when she does something naughty.

Bad mommy. I think I’ll give myself a 30 minute time out….


The Day Daisy Got Lost…IN The House!

Did this ever happen to you? It’s an ordinary day and everything’s going along smoothly when all of a sudden you realize that you haven’t seen little poochie-boo for a while. So you call her name, but there’s no response. No little pitter-patter of paws, no thundering herd of puppy.

Hmmm. Curious.

I may LOOK innocent, but I really had 'em going for a while! 🙂

So you go to all of her favorite haunts – her bowls, her blankets, the area rug in the dining room, the sofas – nothing.

Now you’re sure she’s doing something wrong, so you go to all of the places she’s not allowed to go alone – the computer room (too much stuff for her to destroy), DD’s bedroom (too many tempting things like pink fuzzy slippers), the master bedroom (light colored carpeting is not for puppies!) – but still no sign of the Wandering Pup.

Now panic starts to set in. You know none of the doors or windows were open because it’s the middle of winter and it’s below freezing outside. She couldn’t possibly have gotten out.

This is the point at which we started checking ridiculous places like the Christmas tree (could she have climbed into the branches like a cat??), underneath furniture, inside the kitchen cabinets that always remain closed when not in use – but still nothing.

All this time we’re calling and calling her name, rattling treat bags and using every temptation to get her to come to us. Still nothing.

Then someone decided to go into the laundry room to get her food bag because it makes more sound, and as soon as they opened the door – POOF! – out zips Daisy, the Little Lost Havachon!

That happened a couple of weeks ago, and we still have no idea how she got closed in there. Everyone in the house denied going in there that morning (obviously someone didn’t want to take responsibility), but we’re still left wondering how the heck long she was stuck in there and WHY on earth she didn’t yap or whine when we were calling her!

Methinks she’s a bit of a trickster…. 🙂


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