She’s too unruly to compete for “Best-in-Show.”
She’s too much of a lap dog to race after a dog agility title.
And she’s way too pretty for “The World’s Ugliest Dog” contest in Petaluma.
However, she’s perfect for cuddling.
Daisy is also my walking buddy. I tweaked my ankle during a long run. Now, I’m trying to nurse it back to health with an ankle brace. That means less runs and more walks around the lake with the dog. She loves it.
A disturbing buzz drowns out the Sigur Ros channel on Pandora.
My hubby closes the dog door. I pour another cup of coffee and turn up the volume on moody guitar strings and Icelandic vocals.
My Saturday morning habits do not fool Daisy. She jumps up on the couch with enough force to push it against the window. She pokes her head out the blinds, bending back flimsy plastic strips. She spots the gardeners invading her home. She barks off an alarm to her pack.
I drag her back to the couch for more cuddles. She calms down with her dirty, chewed-up Binky. Daisy nibbled off the blue furry day a few weeks ago. Mark says we have a couple of new Binkys, on stand-by in the garage. Continue reading →
La vie en rose? I kept it simple for Happy Hour on my Friday. Other people called it Wednesday or “Hump Day.” I called it the start of my weekend.
Yesterday, I enjoyed French red wine, a salmon sandwich and a good book at Cafe du Soleil in San Francisco.
I watched dogs walk their humans or chase after them on their bicycles. I saw a dad teaching his kids how to ride bikes by the intersection. Another guy blew-up at a couple down the street. Heads swiveled from cafe patrons and pedestrians when his cursing got louder.
This wine bar in the Haight reminded me of my favorite French bistro in St. Petersburg, Russia.
Les Amis De Jean-Jacques near Bolshoy pr reminded me of other bistros in Paris.
[By Andrea James]
Even though it felt like the first day of winter in San Francisco, I wanted to enjoy my wine outside and read Gopnik’s “Paris to the Moon.” I just wrapped up my 8-day work week and I think I’m getting over my cold.
It’s been a rough couple of weeks for Daisy.
The vet couldn’t figure out why she kept gnawing on her rear right paw. After shaving back the fur, she couldn’t find evidence of foxtails or thorns. But she saw the skin was really red. So – Daisy had her paw bandaged up for more than a week. We kept her on a steady diet of antibiotics. We wrapped wheat bread slices around her pills.
Today, the vet gave us the green light to remove the bandage. Her paw looks better and Daisy wanted to welcome it back with more chewing. So, she had to wear the cone of shame this morning.
ON INTERSTATE 5 – St. Vincent, This American Life and my iTune purchases are keeping our minds occupied on this road trip back home. I’m happy we had a chance to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with my family in So Cal.
During our trip, we had plenty of chances to hang out with other dogs in our family.
In a few hours, we’ll see Daisy’s stump of a tail wagging 100 mph. She’ll greet us with doggy kisses and snorkles. Then we’ll introduce her to her new house in Fremont. She maybe confused but I’m sure she’ll be happy to be sleeping in our bed again.
Less than an hour after my hubby left for his job in Palo Alto, I found my Daisy in this position.
It’s her favorite spot in the living room when he’s not home. She looks up at me to ask if I feel it: the extra hole in our family, her pack.
Mark said he found Daisy waiting for me in this position when I was in St. Petersburg. I suppose she’s only happy when we’re both at home and her pack is united again.
As pack members, there are certain things everyone agree to: