Daisy's Life

Oh My God, They Changed The Cuz

2007-03-02T08:02:00.000-08:00

What follows is a comparason of a new cuz (light purple) to an old cuz (dark purple) that I have had for a while.

They moved the squeeker. It was on the bottom, between the feet but now it's on the back.

They also changed the feet. They used to be solid and seperated and now they are hollow and connected.

Needless to say, I am ticked off.

V-Day

2007-02-14T16:38:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentine's Day everyone. I hope it was a good one. Mine was lonely, I didn't have a valentine. Well, I didn't have a guy valentine. My mom and I decided to be each others valentine. She got me some cookies and I got her a bottle of this stuff called Arbor Mist. I don't know what it is and she won't let me try any of it.

Artsy-Fartsy

2007-01-25T16:56:00.000-08:00

Mom was taking pictures today. Again. She was trying to be all artsy.

She really likes this one.

I have a really nice profile, if I do say so myself.

This is when I got tired of her snapping the camera and stuck out my tounge at her. It didn't get her to stop though, she just laughed at it.

Is There A Doctor In The House?!

2007-01-16T18:01:00.000-08:00

I have booboos from head to toe. Well, from chin to chest at least.

I got this from trying to chase a squirrel up a tree. On the way down I scraped my chest on the bark. The squirrel probably meant for this to happen.

And mom has no idea how I got this booboo on my chin and I'm not telling her either. A dog has to have some secrets. Mom keeps putting stuff on my booboos and saying things like "at least they're not where you can lick them Daisy." Have I mentioned that I think my mom is crazy?

New Boston Terrier Site

2007-01-11T18:10:00.000-08:00

So I was hanging out with my mom today while she was on the computer. This is also where I dictate my blog entries from. While she was messing around she found a new Boston Terrier site to go to. It's a message board for people who like us Boston Terriers. (it's the second link under Boston Terrier Message Boards) Mom was already a member at Woof and Boston Love but this is a new site that just started up. Mom thinks it will be fun to watch it grow and develop. You other Boston Terrier out there tell your people to go check it out. I'm going to go check out my pig ear chew.

And ignore my rolls. I'm not chubby, it was just the way I was sitting. I work hard to maintain my girlish figure.

Humiliation and a Crazy Parent

2007-01-08T19:37:00.000-08:00

I’m not even going to explain this one. Not that I could. I don’t understand what inspires my mom to do some of the things she does. Needless to say, I was humiliated. And it was a humiliation on top of a bath. And what was my mom doing while I was being humiliated you ask? She was giggling, snickering, and muttering things like “E.T. phone home” and “may the force be with you.” Mom has officially gone off the deep end. Does anyone know where I can get a strait jacket and a padded room?

Cuz Collection

2006-12-30T07:34:00.000-08:00

These are my Cuz. I love my Cuz, I love that delicious rubbery goodness. Actually, the two on the left aren’t Cuz but they're made by the same people who make Cuz so they're Cuz to me. All of the little ones and the FrankinCuz have lost their squeakers but I still love them anyway. I didn't realize that I had this many till mom got them all out to take a picture of. She now says that she is not getting me anymore till I tear up, or otherwise destroy, at least half of my present collection. And seeing as I have never even damaged a single one that will probably not happen anytime soon. Mom says that I need to go into Cuz rehab.

On Duty

2006-12-28T17:32:00.000-08:00

I work very hard. I am on duty all day, every day, I never take a break. I was even on duty on Christmas. That is how seriously I take my job.

I guard my backyard from the outside.

I guard my backyard from the inside.

I even protect the inside of my house from scary hats. It's because of me that my mom can sleep at night. Yes, I am an awesome guard dog.

Christmas

2006-12-25T16:09:00.000-08:00

Well it’s that time of year again, Christmas. I like Christmas, mostly. I like getting stuff and getting to eat more stuff. But I always have to pose and deal with mom and her flashy box thing. It was even worse this year because she got a new flashy box thing.

So this is me in one of my presents. I don’t mind clothes, I really don’t. They keep me warm so I’m ok with them. I just have a ticked off look in this picture because mom got me up early and kept flashing that thing in my face. Besides this sweater I also got a shirt that says "pampered" on the back.

This is me checking out another of my presents. It takes a while to get a new chewy stick broke in. Don’t worry though; I’m more than up to the task. I got two chewy sticks; mom wouldn’t let me have both at once though.

I also got a large cuz. I love cuz; I’m like Joey that way. I have quite a collection, but this is my first large one. I’m still figuring this thing out. I can’t get my mouth around it enough to squeak it. Not that it squeaks anyway, it makes a sound half way between a duck quacking and a fart. I have figured out how to carry it around by its feet though.

My mom’s dad made me a camouflage jacket. I have wanted a camouflage jacket for a while but mom couldn’t find me one. I wanted one so I could sneak up on the squirrels in the back yard. Now they won’t see me coming. Hehe, they don’t have a chance now.

Besides all this stuff I also got some treats and a few stuffed toys. So it was a pretty good Christmas, except or mom getting her to flashy box. It also records movies with sound so as soon as she figures out how to post them on here she will.

I almost forgot, another Daisy Mae and Buster both tagged me. Three things I want for Christmas and three things I don't.

Three things I want:
1. My mom to take down all the scary Christmas decoration.
2. Not to have to get out of the nice warm bed in the morning.
3. I want to eat the same things for Christmas dinner as my family.

Three things I don't want:
1. A pedicure.
2. To be forced to hork up mushrooms when I eat them in the backyard.
3. A bath.

I'm not going to tag anyone becuse everyone else is already tagged or is going to get tagged.

Merry Christmas Everyone!!!

Big Cookie

2006-12-11T12:30:00.000-08:00

So, mom has been ticking me off lately. First she dresses me up as a pumpkin, then she wouldn't give me any turkey for thanksgiving. She won't keep decent hours so it's hard for me to get my beauty sleep too. She made me sit for a Christmas photo shoot and then she got paint on me. (well that last one might have been my fault but she shouldn't have put wet paint on the walls anyway) So just when I was starting to think that she couldn't do anything to get in my good graces again she goes and buys me a cookie the size of my head.

I love my mom.

Painted

2006-12-06T10:03:00.000-08:00

This is want happens when Mom decides to play fetch before the paint is dry on the walls.

Dirty Look

2006-12-04T08:42:00.000-08:00

So, the other day mom decided that it would be a good thing to try to take a Christmas picture of me. She got out some Christmas stuff and made a set for me to pose in. However she forgot to ask me if I was in a mood to pose. I was not. She must have taken 30-40 pictures of me trying to get a good one and not a single one was good. They were either blurry, had me looking in a wrong direction or had me making a face like this. Let me just tell you guys that this was on purpose. I get tired of that flashy box that she keeps sticking in my face so I decided to ruin her photo shoot. I let her take a lot of cute pictures of me so I figured that she could stand to have one bad photo shoot.

Mom says that for such a cute dog, I sure can shoot her some nasty looks.

Late Nights and Early Mornings

2006-12-02T18:07:00.000-08:00

My mom keeps some weird hours. One example is her bedtime, it is much too late. I, personally, suggest a bedtime of 8:00 PM at the latest. But mom insists on staying up a couple hours past me.

I can't sleep without my mom so I have to wait for her. While I'm waiting I try to nap a little. Just because she doesn't get enough sleep doesn't mean I have to do without.
Also, she gets up way too early. I think anything before 11:00 AM is insane but she doesn't listen to me and gets up before the sun is even out. That is just crazy.

Again, just because she doesn't get enough sleep doesn't mean that I have to get out of a warm bed on a cold morning. Wait, yes it does, she makes me go potty when she wakes up. That's it, I'm going to have to start slipping her something that will knock her out for about 12 hours.

Any suggestions?

Thanksgiving

2006-11-30T06:19:00.000-08:00

This is a bit late but here is my Thanksgiving post. ;)

I was a bit upset on Thanksgiving. My folks were cooking FABULOUS smelling food all day. Did they give me any? NO!!! They got to eat all that wonderful food and all I got was a special bowl to eat out of.

So, in honor of Thanksgiving I have written a haiku to express my feelings.

A Thanksgiving Haiku

That turkey smells good.
What? You won't give me any?
I'll puke in your shoes.

Halloween

2006-11-01T12:02:00.000-08:00

Can someone explain this too me? What is my mom's fascination with dressing me up as stuff. I can understand the sweaters and stuff. I get a bit cold sometimes and I appreciate them. However this is just wrong. Last year it was a ballerina. I had thought (and hoped) it wouldn't get any worse. I was wrong.

See this look, 5 this is a pissed off look. This is a look that should tell mom that she should sleep with one eye open for awhile. However, I doubt that she will recognize what this look means. Thanks OK, that just makes it easier for me.

My Blog's Birthday

2006-10-27T15:28:00.000-07:00

Wow, my blog is a year old today. One year ago, on this day, I wrote my first entry. Well, actually, I had my mom type up my first entry as I dictated it to her. So much has happened this past year. I have grown up, defended my house from the squirrel invasion, and visited family and friends in several other states. And that's just a few of the many things I have done. Wow, what a busy year. I have also met a bunch of new friends both in person and on the web.

Who knows what I will have done by this time next year.

A Bad Day

2006-10-18T20:05:00.000-07:00

Today was a bad day. It started out good though. This morning I found a tasty treat in the back yard. Mom interrupted my snack when she came out of the house yelling "NO, STOP DAISY, COME, COME HERE RIGHT NOW, STOP EATING THAT, COME." I didn't know why she was yelling but I decided to go see what was up. When I got to her she put me inside and went and picked my snack. I was excited at first, I thought I was going to get to eat my snack in the comfort of the house but she wouldn't give it back to me. She just put it up on a table where I couldn't get to it.

That was pretty mean of her but it got worse after that. She went and got some stuff called Hydrogen Peroxide and filled a syringe with some of it and SQUIRTED IT DOWN MY THROAT. She didn't do it once either. She waited a bit and did it again, for a total of four times. It's was really nasty stuff and made me feel really bad. After the forth time I felt so bad that I threw up. I guess that was what mom wanted me to do because she didn't make me take anymore. I felt cruddy for a while after that.

Why is my mom so mean to me? All I wanted to do was snack on the funny looking things in the back yard. I don't think that's a reason to make me sick on purpose.

Non-Pet Owners

2006-10-06T11:21:00.000-07:00

Things to Think About for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Me:

1. I live here. You don't.

2. If you don't want my hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.

3. My mom like me a lot better than she like most people.

Points to Ponder #2

2006-09-23T10:11:00.000-07:00

Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom if ever, smell each other's butt?

Bar Diving

2006-09-23T09:36:00.000-07:00

My mom thinks that, just by putting them on the bar, she can keep me from playing with with my toys. Yeah, right, like that is going to stop me. She really should know better by now. I've gotten stuff off of almost every surface in this house. The only way she can keep anything from me is to close it up in something.

Man, I wish I had thumbs.

On another note, I saw a poodle the other day. Man, what was that dog thinking when it got that haircut. It must have been a member of some weird religious cult or something.

New Shirt

2006-09-04T16:50:00.000-07:00

Mom went shopping for me the other day. I would shop for myself but they won't let me in the stores. Well, Petsmart let me in but they didn't have anything that I wanted. Mom picked me up this really cute shirt.

I've Been Taged

2006-08-17T08:09:00.000-07:00

Thomas Peterson has tagged me. Tagging means that I tell you guys five weird things about myself. Then I Tag five other people and they do the same thing. So here I go.

1. My worst enemy in the world is mom's big, blue exercise ball. I hate that thing and I will kill it one day.

2. I don't get my nails clipped, I have my manicurist (AKA, Mom) file them down for me.

3. I won't go out in the rain unless I'm wearing a super-cute rain coat. Actually, any raincoat will do, I just don't want to get wet. If Mom sends me out in the rain without my coat on I just stand on the patio and look at her like she is crazy until she figures out that she forgot to put my coat on me.

4. Every once in a while I get the urge to walk around my house with my blanket over my back. I have had my blanket since mom got me and I love it. I'll walk around with it on my back for about ten minutes and then I'll get tired and take it off and not do it again for a few weeks.

5. Last but not least. Tomatoes. Just the word sets me all a quiver. I love tomatoes. I love love love tomatoes. They are my favorite treat in the entire world. I love them more than liver treats. Sometimes, when I go outside, I'll get one off of mom's plants and eat it. I can still remember the first time I tasted a tomato. Mom was sitting on the couch eating one and she let me have a lick. She saw how much I liked it so she look them up to see if they were bad for me. Well they're not so now, whenever mom is cutting up a tomato, I get a bite for myself.

Now for the other doggies that I'm going to tag.

Cool New Toy

2006-08-16T16:20:00.000-07:00

Wow, it's been a long time since I posted. I'll have to get on to my secretary- AKA, Mom.

Anyway, even though Mom does fall down on the job every once in a while she does still do good things for me. Like today she got me great new toy. It was so much fun, I tore that thing to shreds.

Also, another tidbit of information, mom says that I have something called an "Allergy." She says that I’m allergic to grass and that every time I go outside and roll around in the grass I get red splotches on my belly. She also says that I get really itchy afterwards to and scratch myself till I bleed. That part's not fun. What is fun is that I get my allergy pill in a glob of peanut butter every day. Mom thinks that I don't know that she is hiding my pill in the peanut butter but I do. I'm OK with it though, I'll do anything for some more peanut butter.

Notes To Self - pt.3

2006-07-19T19:52:00.000-07:00

1. Mom’s hand is not a squeaky toy.

2. Do not stop to drink water as a way to avoid going outside on a rainy day. Mom has figured this trick out.

3. Do not try to crawl into Mom’s lap while she’s driving.

4. The sofa is not a face towel; neither is Mom’s lap.

5. People do not enjoy my aroma when I roll in dead things.

6. Mom does not enjoy me waking her up by sticking my cold, wet nose up her bottom end.

7. Do not chew crayons or pens, especially the red ones, or mom will think I am hemorrhaging.

8. Mom does not appreciate it when I spend more than five minutes trying to find the perfect place to poop.

("Notes To Self - pt. 2" can be found here)

Atlanta Boston Terrier Meetup

2006-07-15T18:36:00.000-07:00

My mom took me to the dog park today. I love going to the dog park. I get to play with all the other dogs and they don't get tired as fast as my mom does. When we got there I was surprised to see a bunch of other dogs that looked just like me. Mom said it was a "Meetup". She said a "Meetup" is when a bunch of different people with the same type of dogs get together so there dogs can play with other dogs just like them. It was so much fun. I got to play with other Boston Terriers and I got loved on by other people to. That's me getting petted by the nice lady. It was a good day.

It was also kinda hot so I had to make sure to stay hydrated. Mom says that I'm a water mooch but I'm just trying to get a drink.

Car Wash

2006-06-29T06:11:00.000-07:00

The other day, while mom and I were driving around, she decided to go through something called a "Car Wash." I had never been to one of these and wasn't to sure if I was going to like it or not.

It started spraying stuff on the car and I got a bit nervous.

Then It started spraying alot of stuff on the car. It was really loud and I got really nervous. I had to get down in the floorboard. Mom said she was sorry for scaring me and that she will never take me to a "Car Wash" again. She also said the "Car Wash" didn't really do any good anyway because all my nose prints are on the inside of the window.

Peanut Butter

2006-06-20T18:57:00.000-07:00

Never mind, I forgive her.

Leather Shorts

2006-06-17T10:01:00.000-07:00

I'm going to kill my mom for this.

My Mummy Cuz

2006-06-10T18:00:00.000-07:00

I love my mummy cuz. Those little ridges really help me get a good grip on it when Mom and I play tug-of-war with it.

It also still squeeks. I only have two cuzs that still squeek and the other one is new. I guess it's that whole "The Curse of The Mummy" thing that keeps it sqeeking. Well, it's a curse for my mom at least.

Stell-a's Squeekie

2006-06-08T08:03:00.000-07:00

Visit Stell-a. She is trying to trade up her red squeekie to something really good that her momo can sell on eBay. Then they will give all the proceeds to Animal Haven, a no-kill animal shelter. She is very generous to give up one of her squeekies. I don't know if I could bring myself to do that.

Please help doggies with no homes.

Peanut Butter Bone

2006-06-07T07:48:00.000-07:00

Mom is so good to me sometimes. She knows how much I love peanut butter so she went out and killed a peanut butter monster and brought me back a bone to chew on. And I always thought that peanut butter came from peanuts. This just shows how much I still have to learn.

A Tenuous Peace

2006-06-02T18:19:00.000-07:00

I think the squirrels and I have reached an agreement . . . for now. They agree now to mess with the plants and I agree not to bite there furry little hineys. However, I do not trust them. With this in mind I have continued with my patrols.

Like tonight for instance. Mom said it was raining and that the squirrels probably would not be out in the rain. That is probably just want they wanted me to believe. So I put on my ducky raincoat and told mom to let me out. I had a job to do.

This is me doing my job. You can't see me very well but that's a good thing. If you can't see me that well that means that the squirrels couldn't see me that well either.

After I finished my patrol I stayed on the porch to scan for enemy activity. Just because I need to protect mom's plants from squirrels doesn't mean I have to get really wet doing it.

Doggie Cousins

2006-05-31T11:59:00.000-07:00

I had so much fun this weekend. Me and mom went to visit family and I got to meet a new cousin of mine and an older cousin that I just hadn't met yet.

This is my new cousin, she is only eight weeks old. She's a Basset Hound. Guess what her name is. DAISY!!! So now I'm Big Daisy and she is Little Daisy. My mom said something about her becoming Big Daisy when she grows up but I just think that's my mom being crazy

We got to play and play and play.

I had to have my leash on and it had to be tied to something so that I wouldn't beg for food from everyone. So I got to sit there smelling honey-bar-b-q basted ribs and no one would give me a bite. That's OK though. Don't tell anyone but mom sneaked me a bite.

I also got to meet my cousin Coco the Pug. He was nice. He has a flat face like me so he understood how I was feeling in the heat. Mom kept all of us doggie cousins fully supplied with ice water so we were fine. What a fun weekend.

A New Home For My Cookies

2006-05-26T09:56:00.000-07:00

For some reason mom decided that my cookies needed a new home. I don't understand her sometimes. The had a perfectly good home waiting for them, my belly.

I bet they're really lonely in there. I wish I could visit them.

Mom's Flower

2006-05-23T18:03:00.000-07:00

This is one of mom's flowers that survived the squirrels. I'm calling this "The Great Squirrel Invasion of 06." They better cool it with the digging and the munching or I'm going to ask Ayatollah Mugsy if I can borrow A.R.F. to help me with the situation.

All squirrels Must Die!!!

2006-05-22T09:53:00.000-07:00

This post is to all the squirrels that keep digging in my mom's flower bed. She worked hard to plant those flowers and bulbs and you digging them up makes her mad. And when my mom gets mad, I get mad. So here is your last warning, quit messing up my mom's flowers of the following will happen to you.

Yeah, your scared now aren't you? Well you should be. I'm not playing around. All the times that you got away when I chased you were because I wanted you to get away. I will not be so generous next time.

MY VENGEANCE WILL BE TERRIFYING!!!

Oh, and pass this along to all your little bunny friends. If they don't stay away from the tomato plants, the same warning goes for them too.

Mmmmm . . . . Starbucks

2006-05-14T18:07:00.000-07:00

Man do I love Starbucks. Mainly their Blackberry - Green Tea - Frapachino though, I'm not a big coffee fan.

First I clean the lid. There is always some residue there. I don't want to miss a drop.

Then I start on the cup. Mmm, so good.

Eventually I have to really start working for it. I can't quite get my whole head in the cup.

Hold on, I think I can reach . . . just a . . . bit . . . more.

Baby Pictures

2006-05-02T18:20:00.000-07:00

Mom was in a nostalgic mood today so she wanted me to post some of my baby pictures. This is the first picture she has of me. She took it right after she got me. Those two little dots on my head or two little bobos. Mom doesn't know how I got them because I already had them when she got me. I can't remember how I got them either.
This is me with Big Mean Kitty. He was my first toy. I still have him but mom won't let me play with him anymore. Mom is crazy.

My first night with my mom. That is my blanket. I still have that too and mom still lets me use it. I don't really snuggle with it any more. I walk around with it over my back. Mom says I'm crazy.

And this is just me.

It's The Simple Things

2006-04-27T15:24:00.000-07:00

It's the simple things in life that make it worth living. Like playing with an empty paper towel roll or rolling in something smelly in the yard. Like mom forgetting that she has already given me one treat and giving me another. Like a game of fetch and tug or a snooz in the sun. Like going for a walk to check my pee-mail. Like licking mom's legs when she gets out of the shower or snuggling with her on the couch. It's the simple things in life that make it wonderful.

Muddy Puppy

2006-04-25T06:38:00.000-07:00

Man did I have fun this weekend. I ran around and rolled in the mud and ran through some sprinklers and dug in some mud and all kinds of stuff. I didn't much like the aftermath though. Why is it that every time I get good and stinky and dirty my mom has to mess it up by giving me a bath. I think it's just because she doesn't want me to have any fun.

Happy Easter

2006-04-16T17:25:00.000-07:00

Atomic Farts

2006-04-08T17:06:00.000-07:00

My mom read somewhere that if you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, you would produce enough gas to create the energy of an atomic bomb. My mom, however, says that my farts so powerful that it would only take me a week at most. Isn't that sweet of my mom, she thinks I'm special.

Points to Ponder #1

2006-04-05T17:57:00.000-07:00

If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?

Notes To Self - pt.2

2006-04-04T18:10:00.000-07:00

1. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.

2. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.

3. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".

4. Mom does not want to play tug-of-war with her underwear when she’s on the toilet.

5. It is not polite to sit in the middle of living room and lick my butt when we have company.

6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

("Notes To Self - pt. 1" can be found here)

Birthday

2006-03-12T19:01:00.000-08:00

Today was my birthday. Like my mom needed another reason to buy me stuff. Before she game me my presents she put them all in a pile and started snapping away with her little flashy box thing. She wouldn't let me have any. She eventually did let me have my stuff so I forgive her. Yeah, that little pink bunny thing isn't gonna last long. I've already started working on it. It better enjoy its ears while it can because it won't have them for much longer

After my presents, we went out for ice-cream. Oh my gosh, what did I do with my life before I discovered ice-cream. I don't know and I don't care. I just want some more.

Fetch

2006-03-11T17:07:00.000-08:00

I love to play fetch. I could play fetch all day long if my mom would only throw the ball that long. But nooooo, she gets "tired." I think its an excuse. She is just intimidated by my skills.

I don't mean to brag or anything but I have some good form.

Yeah, I'm a fetching machine.

Get The Feet! Get The Feet!

2006-03-06T11:14:00.000-08:00

Every night, about the same time, these feet get an attitude with me. I can just be lying there chewing on something and they start messing with me. It's ok though, I show them who's boss every time.

Helping Mom Out

2006-02-27T17:51:00.000-08:00

My mom says that i'm a great helper. She calls me her "little helpy helperton." This is a picture of me helping her make the bed. By the way, my booty is not as big as it lookes in the mirror.

Bully Stick

2006-02-21T09:59:00.000-08:00

Mmmm, Bully Sticks. I love my Bully Sticks. I don't exactly know what they are but, you know what they say, ignorance is bliss. I can chew and chew and chew on one and then chew some more. I love to chew on my Bully Sticks. I love to chew. I love my Bully Sticks.

BACON

2006-02-15T18:41:00.000-08:00

My mom is so mean to me. I don't know what I did to deserve this type of treatment. I'm a good little dog. In fact, I'm such a good little dog that I deserved some of that wonderful smelling, yummy bacon. But did I get any? NO. I even tried to bribe her out of a piece. I brought her my favorite chew toy in exchange for some and to show her that it was my favorite, I chewed on it before I gave it to her so it was all good and slimy. She still didn't give me any. So then I tried farting to make her loose her apatite but that didn't work either. So then I ran around and around and around in circles to show her that I needed a piece to keep my energy up. All she did was laugh at me. She never did give me a piece of that bacon. Though a piece did mysteriously show up in my food bowl. I don't know how it got there, it must have been the Bacon Fairy.

Happy V-day

2006-02-14T17:53:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. This is Winston, he’s my valentine. He’s a stud muffin. Look at those chiseled good looks and manly physique. Makes a girl want to go “grrrrrr.”

Mom and The Computer

2006-02-13T18:26:00.000-08:00

Mom, please get off the computer and play with me.

GET OFF THE COMPUTER!

Fine, I'll just wait here like a good little girl and make you feel really guilty.

I'll also fart a whole lot so it's really stinky in hear so you have to get up. Ha ha ha, so there.

Uppity Toys

2006-02-01T18:56:00.000-08:00

I am an only child. As an only child I don’t have to share my toys with anyone else. However, that does not stop me from wanting them within easy reach should they get an attitude with me and need to be put in there place. Take this picture for instance. In it I am pausing in the middle of a good chew on my cow’s butt. Not long after this was taken I felt as if I was being watched. When I looked over my shoulder, sure enough, my chicken was giving me the “eye.” Well I just don’t hold with that nonsense. Five minuets later peace was restored and my chicken had been schooled. If he knows what is good for him he will not make that mistake again.

On another note; I would like to dedicate this entry to them memory of my cow toy. Sadly, not long after the episode to which I refer in the above story, he disapeared. I was making remarkable headway in my mission to chew a hole in his butt when my mom noticed what I was doing. I think that she approved of my actions because she gave me a treat. However, when I returned to resume my chewing, my cow was gone. He has not been seen since.

Where ever you are, cow toy, know that you are missed

Busy, Busy, Busy

2006-01-20T19:14:00.000-08:00

Some people say that the life of an inside dog is boring. They couldn't be farther from the truth. I live a very busy life. Let me give you some examples.

First and foremost I have a responsibility to my mom. I love my mom and want her to be healthy so I always make sure that she gets a good workout. I find that some of the best exercises for her arms are fetch, keep-away, tug, and pet the dog.

I am also a state certified popcorn inspector and I take my responsibilities very seriously. Rest assured that I will never back down in my quest to make sure that all popcorn is crunchy, buttery, and yummy.

I am a very social dog too. I often have friends over to visit so that I will remain connected to the outside world. This friend in particular has explained to me that it is polite to always look exactly like the person you are going to visit and do every thing that they do at the exact same time.

I also have several hobbies. This is an example of one of my favorite hobbies, sleeping in weird positions.

As you can see, I'm a very busy dog. In fact, I hear some popcorn popping that I need to go inspect.

Thumb Suckers Anonymous

2006-01-16T17:59:00.000-08:00

I don't know why but every night, when I get sleepy, I get this urge to suck on my mom's thumb.

It's Been Awhile

2006-01-14T10:08:00.000-08:00

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. A dog's life is a busy life.

This is me with my Christmas loot. Yeah, Santa was good to me but I can't help but notice that I didn't get all the stuff that was on my list. Maybe Santa doesn't use the Internet. I'll have to remember that next year.

There is just something about sticks that begs to be chewed. I have this weird attraction to them.

I also have this weird attraction to my blanket. Sometimes I feel the need to walk around with it over my back. My mom says I'm weird but I think she just doesn't get me.

My mom got me some Doggles the other day. I think I look pretty darn cool in them. She says they are to protect my eyes when we go places like the dog park and for a walk. I think there to make me look sexy. Watch out boy dogs everywhere, here I come.

Well I'm going to go now. I promise that I'll try harder to keep up with this thing.

Evil Puppy

2005-12-18T18:56:00.000-08:00

An early picture of me when I was between three and four month old. My mom says that I look evil but I have never been anything but a perfect angel. Except that time I destroyed my new bed. And the time I had an accident in the house. And all the other times I had an accident in the house. And the time I puked. And the time . . . . . . Ok maybe not a perfect angel.

Bath Time Fun

2005-12-16T17:34:00.000-08:00

Ahhhhh. This warm water feels so good.

ALL RIGHT!!! PLAY TIME!!!

Mom, it bit me!!!

I'm going to get you for that.

Ha! Gotcha!

Ok, I'm ready to come out now.

Ice Ice Baby

2005-12-15T18:11:00.000-08:00

Wow, what a day.
It rained last night and it was so cold that the rain froze when it landed. My mom called it an ice storm. So when we got up this morning we found out that the power had been off sense 7:00. It was kind of chilly in the house so my mom made me wear my pink sweater. It was so cold and wet outside that I had to wear my pink sweater and my pink jacket at the same time. Man did I stay warm.

When I went outside to potty I found several big tree branch had fallen off the trees around my house. They were solid ice. I ate a few pieces of the ice before my mom realized what I was doing. She wouldn't let me eat any more though. Mmmmmm, ice.
While I was out to potty I also saw a robin in the icy apple tree in the back yard. He was all hunkered down to stay warm. He needed a pink sweater. I got my mom to take a picture of him because I thought it was pretty.

We finally got power back on around 5:00. I had stayed warm with my mom under a bunch of blankets in the living room though it only got down to 55 degrees in the house. Which is pretty good considering it was around freezing outside. We watched a movie on the portable DVD player that had a battery pack. I was pretty happy when the power came back on. I could finally stretch out and chew on my greenie. I like to chew on it in the middle of the floor so everyone has to step over me.

Wow, what a day.

My Button

2005-12-14T10:21:00.000-08:00

Hooray!! I got a button. Brody the bulldog's Mom made it for me. Isn't that nice. It's so cute, it has daisies on it. I look pretty cute in it too. I had a button already but its under my tail. My mom said that's not the type of button you use on the internet though. Thanks Brody's Mom.

12 Days of Doggie Christmas

2005-12-13T18:29:00.000-08:00

- One surprise in the corner.
- Two chewed up stockings,
- Three stinky farts,
- Four destuffed toys,
- FIVE GOLDEN PUDDLES,
- Six ripped up dog sweaters,
- Seven piles of puke,
- Eight torn open presents,
- Nine chewed tree branches,
- Ten leaps for ribbon,
- Eleven destroyed ornaments,
- Twelve puppy kisses and then I forgot about the other eleven days.

New Toy

2005-12-13T09:37:00.000-08:00

Mom got a new toy the other day. I'm a bit short on toys right now sense I have destuffed about 30 dollars worth of toys in the last two weeks. That's ok. I'm sure I'll get some more to replace them. The only problem with this new toy is that mom won't let me play with it. All she let me do was sniff it a little bit and then she took it away. She says its not a toy for me. Whoever heard of such foolishness? The accepted rule of the house is that all things that can be played with in any way, are automatically mine. For her to flaunt this rule is equal to treason in my book!

Look at that toy. It's looks like it needs a good but whoopin' doesn't it? I am just the Boston Terrier for the job.

Dear Santa Paws

2005-12-12T20:14:00.000-08:00

My mom told me about you the other day and about how you bring presents to good little girls and boys and dogs. I think this is a great thing. My mom gets me stuff but I’m not going to complain if someone else gets me stuff too. So I decided to write to you and give you a few suggestions sense you have so many people to buy for.

1. A Kong to put peanut butter in.
2. Another Bubu sense I de-stuffed the last one through the armpit.
3. Anything edible is good but I prefer Greenies and Bananas.
4. A new collar and leash set. (A Girls gotta match)
5. A portable heater to go in front of my kennel at night.

Well I think that’s it . . . . . . . Oh yeah,

6. And lots of good munchies and huggies for all the other animals.

Merry X-mass,
Daisy

Lazy

2005-12-11T09:36:00.000-08:00

So, I have been lazy lately. Well not so much just lazy but really busy for some of the time but then lazy for the rest of the time. Between guarding the house, sniffing presents, going on trips, Thanksgiving, sniffing new furniture and all kinds of other things, I haven't had a lot of time. One of the trips I went on was to Starkville, Mississippi to watch the Mississippi State University Bulldogs play Ole' Miss. State won so were all happy.

"Go To Hell Ole' Miss"
This is me in my State hat. I look so cool don't I?

While we were in Starkville we stayed with my mom's friend and her dog Winston. He's the bulldog in the picture with the mascot who is also a bulldog. Neat huh? He's fun, he let me run all over him and jump on him and bite his cheeks. (though I got in trouble for the cheek biting thing)
Winston is also good to cuddle up to on car rides. Actually, he is good to cuddle up to anytime. He is always warm and snuggly. The only bad thing is that he snores and farts in his sleep. Well I do to so I guess it's not that bad of a thing.

Destroyed Bed

2005-11-12T18:46:00.000-08:00

Man did my mom get mad last night. She had gotten me a bed with a heating pad in it a couple of weeks ago when it got cold. Well last night it got kind of uppity and I had to put it in its place. Well, mom wasn't really happy with the aftermath. It had two layers of foam around a heating pad and I had completely destroyed one of the layers of foam and had started on the other layer when my mom found out. I regret doing it now because I don't have a heated bed to sleep on anymore. Mom says that she isn't going to get me another one just to have me destroy it. So now there are some towels and a blanket in my kennel for me to snuggle in. There not as good as the heated bed.
We went to a different park than we usually go to today. This one had a special area for dogs. It even had separate areas for big and small dogs. This is a good thing because there was a mastiff in the big dog yard that had to be over 150 lbs. Well I ran around and played with several of the other dogs (including a 4 month old Boston terrier puppy named Libby) for a few hours until I was exhausted. After mom got me home and had given me a bath she thought that I was going to be tired for the rest of the day because of how hard I had played. Man was she wrong. I took an hour nap and was right back at it. The picture above is me after my nap. Mom says that we will go back to that park so I can play with the other dogs again. I can't wait.

Dog Property Laws

2005-11-07T18:24:00.000-08:00

DOG PROPERTY LAWS

1. If I like it, it's mine.

2. If its in my mouth, it's mine.

3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.

4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.

5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.

6. If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.

7. If it looks like mine, it's mine.

8. If I saw it first, it's mine.

9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.

10. If its broken, it's yours.

Notes To Self - pt. 1

2005-11-04T16:01:00.000-08:00

Notes To Self

1. No matter how many times I take off my clothes, mom will always put them back on.

2. No more pooping in the house. Mom will always find it.

3. If I go outside and role around and get smelling good mom will always wash me.

4. Not all dogs think i'm cute and want to play with me. (though I don't know why)

5. The toy I want to play with will always be at the bottom of the toy basket.

6. The cat is not a toy nor does she want to play with me. EVER

7. The cats litter box is not a food bowl.

8. The cats food is not my food.

9. The cats toys are not my toys.

10. Not everyone enjoys my farts.

Fun Day

2005-11-02T18:09:00.000-08:00

I had so much fun today. This morning my mom took me to this place she called "the park." It was fun. I saw some ducks and some other people and some other dogs. I even saw two other Boston Terriers just like me. We stayed there for a few hours. I looked around and sniffed all kinds of neat smells on the air while my mom read a book. After we left there we went to Petsmart. I love petsmart. I got to meet some more people and some more dogs. As soon as I went in the front door there was ANOTHER Boston Terrier right there. His name was Jake. He was so cool. Our moms let us play for a few minutes before we had to go shopping. He was just a little older than me at one year. So we went looking around the store. I got some food, some treats and new toy. Then when we went to pay for the stuff I saw Jake again and our moms let us play again.

It was such a good day.

Day After Halloween

2005-11-01T09:40:00.000-08:00

So, last night was fun. People kept coming to the door and asking for treats and mom gave them some treats. I don't understand this. I ask for treats all the time but I just get told that I have already had enough for now. Maybe it was because they were dressed up. No, that couldn't be it. I was dressed up last night too and I still didn't get any treats.

My mom said I did very good last night. With all the people that kept coming to the door and knocking and ringing the doorbell I could have been barking up a storm but I didn't. My mom kept me on a leash so I wouldn't run out the door when it was opened but she let me go up and meet some of the people who were there. One time a couple of little kids came to the door while there mom waited down the steps for them. She saw me and gave one of the kids a biscuit to give to me. It was good but not as good as a "nanner." Speaking of which, I haven't had one today. I need to go find my mom and fix that.

Happy Halloween

2005-10-31T11:57:00.000-08:00

Happy Halloween everyone.

This is my costume. I didn't get to help pick it out. I wanted to be a cat.

Nap With Esbe

2005-10-30T17:06:00.000-08:00

Something amazing happened last night. Esbe (that's the cat in the picture, not the guy) actually got up and took a nap next to me. Everyone was surprised. This is the same cat that hissed at me if I was in the same room with her for the first month that I was here and she is still not that fond of me. I try to play with her. I nip her tail to get her to play but she just gets mad. A nipped tail never hurt anyone. I run by her really fast to try to get her to chase me but she tries to hit me. I chase her to see if she wants to be the one chased and not the one doing the chasing but that doesn't work either. Mom just gets mad at me. So were all pretty much in a state of shock. All of us except esbe. She acts like nothing happened.

I don't understand cats.

Cold Night

2005-10-29T11:24:00.000-07:00

It was kind of cold the other night. My mom had gotten me a heated bed to sleep on which helps a lot but it was still kind of chilly.

My mom tired to take some pictures of me today while I was playing but I messed up every one of them. Hehehehehe, i'm a bad puppy.

I fell in love yesterday. My mom came home from the store with a new treat for me that I had never had before. It was long and yellow and mom called it a "Nanner." It was so sweet and soft. I didn't even need to use my teeth on it, I just mashed it up. However, I didn't get the whole thing. Mom broke off a piece for me and she ate the rest. Can you believe that? Here I am, a starving puppy, and I only get a little piece. I'm going to turn mom in for puppy abuse.

The Couch

2005-10-28T09:56:00.000-07:00

The couch before I got up this morning.

The couch after I got up this morning

I don't know why my mom thought this was so funny. I had put every thing where I wanted it. I really worked hard on this and then she had to come clean it up. At least now everyone knows that I have a better sense of style than she does. She has to have the blankets just so and the pillows just right. That's so boring. This speaks of power and excitement. She should really have thanked me instead of cleaning it up. What will her friends think when they come over and see how she likes it? I'll tell you what they will think, they'll think she is boring and they will probably say "why don't you let Daisy decorate for you." Yeah, that's what they'll say.

1st Post

2005-10-27T13:58:00.000-07:00

Last night my mom was talking to her friend about what to get me for X-Mas. (I had some suggestions but she didn't bother to ask) Well her friend said I already had about everything so she didn't have any ideas. So my mom got to thinking and realized that I didn't have a presence on the internet so she got me one and here I am.

I would have preferred some bacon.

But I guess I should humor her. It's not like she doesn't do stuff for me. She feeds me, and keeps me clean, and plays with me, and buys me toys and treats, and gets me clothes to keep me warm. So I guess I can play around with this blog thing. (I'm pretty sure i'll still get some bacon anyway)

Well, the first post is always the hardest so i'll end it here and post more tomorrow.

Daisy