This is Daisy Floribunda, a dog of uncertain pedigree. I believe she is a dingo/hamster mix.
The shelter called her Stormy. It was her stage name in 'Vegas. Daisy is finished with that life now and pursuing her dream...
I hope she never finds out that Playful Lame Squirrel is an urban myth.
She can wear her ears up or down.
Hank is Daisy's BFF.
This placid-seeming animal can run like a sack of nuclear rabbits.
How fast is your baby? Not much, I'll bet.
Daisy flosses like a madwoman.
Daisy likes to race. Her strategy is always the same: goad a bigger dog into chasing you. Boxers are good for this, and bulldogs. Just as your opponent reaches maximum speed, dive under the low wooden bench. (THUD)
They never learn.
Neither do I...
Someday she'll break my heart.
Daisy tells the same joke over and over. It always cracks her up.
This is Vermin. His face went missing.
How did this get in here?
"A dingo is my baby!"
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And I'm so glad she dropped her slutty Vegas name.
Oh - you look really good in blue floofy skirts.
Funny, isn't it, how big dogs never understand relative size, but little dogs not only understand it, they use it to their advantage...
I believe Daisy will not only pick your nursing home, in answer to Trudge164, she'll run it and see to it that you are co-leader of the pack.
If I had to die today leaving our Chickoo, you'd be the one I would want to leave him with (he is old and half blind tho).
I especially loved that about "under the bench - thud", "wears her ears up or down" and "tells the same joke over and over"
You are very creative. Nice to know you.
Hank in Daisy's black mafia family? Huh? I don't know what BMF means.
I want to buy Vermin. I will pay 60 dollars for him, even without a face. I understand how faces can get chewed off suddenly....mine was many times....but it grew back .....all twisty skinned but ok....
not like Vermin. He is done. His face is from hell. He has o face-value to me, but i will make him a good dad.
The dog is ok. Cute,ja ja. But i have a much cuter dog in my life. Mia, a miniature little damn doberman. They are shrinking the german dogs, those damn chinese protestin all the time about their lama...
The dog reminds me of a dog i had. No, my sis liz did. lizzie loved her. beige. she frolicked. she was nervous, but nice. she got herself squashed....by a car...lizzie is not good with living things like plants and dogs and fish...
suzie q my big sis, shes 57 & a social worker,she believes in oxygen for everyone....
your dog is a fine dog, but teach it some math or some geometry! why the f..k not?
jim, in earnest..
Don't make me come over there, "ckmiami." If that's even your real name...
Littlewillie says he can tell how much I love Daisy. The truth is, I liked her right away - her pluck, her charisma - but we didn't love each other right away. She was homesick for the foster family she'd been with for months. I was sick with grief for another life and another dog. Silly, droopy, loyal girl, so brave at the end that I was ashamed of my own cowardice in letting her go. ("Alfalfa is no rocket scientist," her veterinarian used to say, "But if she were, who would believe her?")
Daisy hadn't asked to compete with a ghost. She didn't need to, and reminded me daily that could have charmed her way into any number of adoptive homes and hearts.
We share a home that isn't mine and will never be. As for hearts, she has mine now. She chews on it, and sometimes buries it in the yard like a rawhide chip.
Someday Daisy will make me sorry I let her have my heart. Love is loss that hasn't happened yet.
Knowing that, we hesitate. We have been afloat on the flotsam of our old lives; there is no safe place on the horizon. We weigh down our hearts and sink, trying to drown our vulnerability to grief and loss. If we are lucky, we remember then that love was worth the cost. We push our way to the surface and take what we crave, gulping it in. We choose an empty horizon and swim toward it.
That's when Daisy snags us by the collar and tugs us to shore, forgiving us for all our metaphors in exchange for a belly rub and some food.
Good dog.
But Daisy is especially cute. I wish she could meet Pope, my chihuahua.....
Darn those keg parties at the College of Cardinals!