Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

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

Daisy and the Dreaded Pen

I mentioned once before about how upset Daisy gets when she discovers something that’s out of place or doesn’t belong, but last night she took that to new heights.

As I was working on my computer, a pen fell off the desk and clattered onto the wood floor. This didn’t sit well with Daisy at all.

She jumped up and away (in one motion) as if a bomb had gone off next to her. Then she began her accusatory “dance” – the “You Don’t Belong Here Go Away” dance.

It starts with her backing away from the offending item with her ears in that unique up-and-forward position that’s reserved for questioning things; then she does her little Around-And-Back tap dance that puts her at a safe distance from The Offender. This is coupled with “bffff-ing”, grumbling and yapping – complaints aimed directly at The Offender.

Eventually she’ll try to sneak an overly cautious sniff at the thing, but it never passes her acceptance test and ultimately she must rescue her cherished belongings and move them to safety with her while keeping one eye on That Which Does Not Belong. Here’s a VERY abbreviated idea of what goes on:

The Offender Strikes

Assessing the Offender from a safe distance

I must rescue my precious blanket and move it to safety!


With all her destructive tendencies, Daisy will never attempt to touch That Which Does Not Belong.

No matter how many times this happens, we just can’t stop laughing!


Out of Place – Havachon Law and Order


You don't belong there!!


Our little Havachon  puppy is an orderly sort of gal. She collects her toys and puts them either into a pile or into a triangle. She carries her blanket from room to room and tries to spread it out so she can lie on it, especially when it’s not on carpeting. And she HATES it when things are out of place.

Yesterday morning I took the dishwashing bottle out from under the sink and put it on the counter so I wouldn’t forget to turn the dishwasher on after lunch. I had my computer at the kitchen table and started working. Out of nowhere, Daisy starts bfffing – “bfff! bfff!” – you know, that sound dogs make that’s like a small closed-mouthed bark; it tells you something’s got their attention, but it’s not quite worthy of a bark…yet.

I looked to see Daisy posturing in her “something’s-not-right-here” pose, and she was pointing toward the window over the kitchen sink. I thought someone was coming to the door, but there was no one around when I looked outside. Again, “bffff! bffffff! bfffffffff!” a little more adamantly. Then the full-out barking started; this is coupled with her running in and out of the room, racing around the family room then back into the kitchen and throwing a loud YAP in the direction of the problem. This repeats over and over. I thought the poor puppy was losing her mind – and then I saw IT. The offending bottle that didn’t belong on the kitchen counter, just sitting there, bold as you please.

I put the bottle away and all was golden again. She took one look at the counter top, looked at me, and trotted proudly out of the room as if to say, “There! That’s done! Everything’s as it should be.”

This happens with lots of different things – a chair that’s out of place, s Swiffer left in the kitchen instead of in the laundry room – you get the idea.

Today was something a little unique, though. Usually if we’re going to watch a DVD, we turn the TV on right away. But today, the DVD was put into the player, which made its usual whirring sound, without the TV being turned on. Daisy was walking past and, hearing the whirring sound, glanced over her shoulder at the TV (yes, she does actually watch TV with us for short periods sometimes), where she saw and heard nothing.

This perturbed her.

She started into her “something’s-out-of-place” routine, taking small steps backward, eyes fastened on the TV, ears sharply raised, tail high. Then the bfffing started. “Something’s wrong here and I must fix it!” she seemed to be saying. And then came the barking, only she didn’t run around this time – she laid down on the floor and just started barking at the dark TV. I watched this for a while, then put it to the test – I turned on the TV and sure enough the barking stopped immediately. All was right with the world once again.

Apparently it is the Havachon Law that there must be Order.


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