Well... I did it again. I agreed to take care of "Daisy". Yes, Daisy is a "Happy Dog", she's also just over a year old, and very much a puppy. Except now she weigh about 75 pounds. That's a lot of Golden Retriever when she comes barreling at you at 90 mph!
She has already completely disarmed me, with those chocolate eyes, wet black nose and the whole, "head in the lap routine". She has also quickly become a source of great comic relief.
Like last night... In her effort to get as close as possible to me... She discovered that pushing onto someone's lap when you're (her, not me... Well... That was a long time ago... nevermind.) Anyway, she's on her back, her coat is silky, I've got a satin nightgown on and well... Daisy discovered gravity works.
Sliding off me and onto the floor upside down was pretty funny. Although I had to stop laughing and give her some lovin' when she looked at me wondering why I shoved her off the couch.
To people that say, "Animals are incapable of having expressions... they've obviously never hung around with the dogs like the ones I know.
She has already given me the "You throw like a girl." Look because, well... I throw like a girl. Then there's the, "Mom puts the food in the dish first, then fills the water bowl."
My favorite is the oldie but goodie, "Chances are my Mom didn't tell you I get a treat every hour on the hour, so I'll make you do that with my superior 'doggie powers'!" Sorry blondie... She told me! HA!
Hey... where's the aspirin? I wrenched my neck when she took me out for a drag....
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