Daisy's Weekend Roundup: Dog Park, Class, and Pee!

                                                                                                                                                                                                      Hi everyone, how was your weekend?  Mine was good.  Saturday morning Mommy took me and Lily to the Lowell dog park.  It's not as big as the one in Derry, NH (that's my favorite) but it is MUCH closer and saves Mommy gas so she can buy me lots of presents.  And there is still room for me to run around and catch tennis balls.  I especially like to pick up a Frisbee and walk around with it.  Mommy can throw a Frisbee well, but Daddy isn't much of a Frisbee thrower.  I usually just wait until the ones he throws hit the ground and then I grab them.  Anyway, after the park we went home to get Daddy out of bed and to put Lily in her crate.  Why? Because I had my agility class to get to!

    

When Mommy and Daddy first adopted me I chewed a hole in the living room rug.  Hee hee, thinking about that makes me giggle.  I would never do that now!  Mommy signed me up for puppy class at the PetSmart in Nashua right away.  That's where we met Aunt Melanie.  She's not really related to me but she's as close to me as any relative I have.  Thanks to her I passed beginner, intermediate, and advanced classes and I am a certified Canine Good Citizen. The class I am in now is just for fun.  It's super tough!  First you have to go through a scary tunnel with a parachute at the end.  You can't even see out the other side! It took me a long time to get through, but I did it! Then I have to weave in and out of sticks shooting up from the ground.  After that I have to stay for 5 seconds then go over to the seesaw.  I tried it for the first time and it was SCARY! It makes a loud noise whenever a dog goes over it and we were sitting right next to it.  I did not like that one bit.  After that is the jump.  Now, I know I'm part greyhound, but I prefer to keep all four feet on the floor, thankyouverymuch!  Aunt Melanie even tempted me with a whole stick of pupperoni!  Eventually Daddy had to scoop me up and toss me over.  That's fine by me!  But wait, there's more.  After THAT I have to jump through a hula hoop that is half a foot off the ground! Can you even believe it?  Daddy had to send me through that one, too.  I really did try my hardest, but that stuff is really difficult.  I'd rather watch TV and chew a rawhide.   

 

     The rest of the weekend I spent at home with my foster sister, Lily.  She really likes to hang out with me.  If Mommy or Daddy takes me outside to go to the bathroom without her, she cries until I come back in.  Daddy usually takes us for walks together during the day.  I think he does it because it's less stressful for everyone involved. We play with my toys together and wrestle.  Sometimes Mommy and Daddy have to lift their legs in the air so they aren't hit by doggie limbs!

    Because Lily is still learning she sometimes pees on the floor.  Mommy and Daddy are really good about it.  They don't yell or call her a bad dog, they just calmly take her outside in case she has more left to go and then when they come back in they clean up the mess.  I remember when I had accidents, it is no fun!  Hopefully by hanging out with me Lily will quickly learn only to go to the bathroom outside. Well, that's all for now.  I gotta go lay out on the porch with the few precious hours of sun I have left! 

  

Daisy's First Blog

Hey everyone, Daisy here.  I've never blogged before so please be patient. You might think I'm a little young to be an internet blogger.  Well, I am.  But what I have to say is very important.
     I don't remember living anywhere but with my Mommy and Daddy and my big brother Porkchop.  He's a cat, but he's a cool cat so I love him in spite of his species.  Anyway, I've always known I was adopted.  I've heard my parents tell me a hundred times about seeing a picture of me on the internet and falling in love.  They didn't think I'd still be available because I was so gosh darn cute, but I was!  I came to them from Tennessee on a big transport bus with a lot of other dogs.  Mommy and Daddy were both really anxious to meet me.  Daddy had a stomachache for 10 whole days before my transport arrived!  They picked me up in a Walmart parking lot. At first Mommy thought they forgot me because the men who drove the truck didn't
recognize my name - that's because I slept the whole way there! Maybe that's why I don't remember much.  It wasn't until I was much older that I realized I was a rescue pup.
In Tennessee where I was born I was in a litter of four.  I don't know anything about my siblings except that at least two were adopted before me.  Maybe we'll meet at a convention someday.
    Anyway, on to why I'm blogging.  I said it was important, and it is. After rescuing me my Mommy belonged to all sorts of dog rescue groups on Facebook. Everyday she would read about bad things happening to all these dogs and puppies and she would cry a lot.  I knew she was sad and licked her face.  Finally Mommy decided that she couldn't keep on crying like that and had to do something, something that would make a difference to all the dogs out there like me.
   She couldn't do it alone.  We had a family meeting and Mommy and Daddy told Porkchop and I that we were going to foster a puppy. They said we would try it out and if it didn't work we would stop, but we were committing ourselves to whatever puppy we got.
    In just about three short months our family has fostered eight dogs.  Some of them I liked better than others, but they were all my friends.
   My Daddy thought it was important for people to know about how many dogs are killed every day because there just isn't any room for them. Mommy thought I should be the one to tell them because I'm a rescue dog, too.
   So here I am, my very first blog.  I hope you'll join me and my family on this journey.  We're sure to meet some friends along the way!