Saturday, March 19, 2011

Like Clock Work


Daisy on either side of the door always has a message. She has specific barks for every occasion.

Inside waiting to go out:

*She sees something she must check out.
*She sees/hears the mail truck.....and has a Pavlovian reaction since the mailman gives her a gazillion treats.
*She has to pee.
*She's getting the Kitty

Outside waiting to come in:

*Has the Kitty waiting to come in

Her face perks up the minute we make eye contact. I think my face perks up too!

Like Clock Work


Daisy on either side of the door always has a message. She has specific barks for every occasion.

Inside waiting to go out:

*She sees something she must check out.
*She sees/hears the mail truck.....and has a Pavlovian reaction since the mailman gives her a gazillion treats.
*She has to pee.
*She's getting the Kitty

Outside waiting to come in:

*Has the Kitty waiting to come in

Her face perks up the minute we make eye contact. I think my face perks up too!

Fitz By My Side


When everyone is out or Biff has business travel, I can always count on Daisy to be there by my side. Daisy has made it her place in the family to look after us all. That's quite a job...for someone who doesn't speak English as a first language.

It's Saturday. Grace is still wiped out from her fever, cough and headache. Since yesterday, T.J. and I have been feeling low with headache and cough. We're all feeling tired and rundown.

By my side....Fitz. She couldn't be closer unless she jumped up on my lap.And now you think...oh Fitz is a protector too. Nope. She's here because she's needy, apparently not getting enough attention while we're all a little under the weather.

Of course, T.J. believes we are a dysfunctional family because of Fitzy. Shhhh. He hasn't realized that we're just a plain old fashioned dysfunctional family...with or without animals. Isn't that the new normal. Isn't every family dysfunctional in one way or another? We all are! True dysfunction would be if we tried to pretend we weren't dysfunctional. It makes more fun when our kind of crazy can be tagged with a name! It's kind of comforting.

Couch Potato Au Gratin


Is that what we call it when the whole bunch of us are feeling low and couch-bound?