Daisy watched over the yard as I went thru my sun salutations. Our lives have shifted south to San Diego.
Next week, I start my new job in Ron Burgundy’s news market. This week has been wrapped up in unpacking all the books, files and knickknacks from our lives into our house. It feels like a tedious scavenger hunt with cryptic box descriptions thanks to our movers. (“Toaster” inside a box of mugs?? We don’t have one!)
I’ll have my travel mug filled with decaf coffee next week. I don’t need the caffeine to jumpstart my brain anymore. However, I like the rich bean flavor to let my mind and body know that it’s time to work.
Posted in cali_lovin on 03/12/2012 03:30 am by Queenkv
Lake Elizabeth has plenty of beautiful spots for photos. I spotted a field of daisies and thought of my dog. It should have been a quick shot with Daisy and the flowers.
But this is my dog. It was a bit of an ordeal.
First – I needed her to face the camera. Mark held on to her leash while I snapped away at our four-legged model.
Posted in cali_lovin on 03/20/2010 04:08 am by Queenkv
And that was a challenge for my Daisy. She knows sitting is her way of saying so many things.
“Yes.” “Please.” “More kibble.” “More wine.” “Throw my Toy.”
It took her three tries to squat into a sitting position and it looked uncomfortable. Daisy still had enough vim to chase squirrels and ghosts in the backyard. But she also had trouble jumping on to the couch (she loves doing that) and she took more naps.
Time to take her to the vet.
Daisy’s doctor took some X-rays and showed us why she would never be serious contender for “Best-in-Show.” The black-and-white images shows one leg bone is shorter than the other. We finally have proof that she runs with a permanent limp. I suppose she would fit in with any hip hop/rap video with her gimpy stride. Just call her a playa. She’ll answer if you call for her in a high-pitched voice.
So – we think she may have strained something when it came to chasing critters on the trail. Daisy’s doctor gave us some herbal pills for her leg/bum pain. He also said she needed a break from running and walking. She hated it when I left her behind for my walk/run along Alamo Creek, but she needed the rest.
After the pills, Daisy’s jumping back on the couch and bed with no problems. She’s also sitting again.
Hopefully, we’ll be able to take her on a walk to celebrate the weekend of Spring.
Posted in cali_lovin on 02/07/2010 01:00 pm by Queenkv
Trying to convince my puppy to drink some water.
She’s panting up a storm after our last run by Alamo Creek. She starts strong, but she doesn’t know how to pace herself.
Before the run: She’s a furry ball of energy when she sees me in my running pants and tiny socks. After the run, she gives me this look: “What part of “lap dog” don’t you understand?” I know cocker spaniels are typically pampered pets, but Daisy has energy to burn. Plus – she has the sad look on her face when I leave her behind for longer runs.
Here’s how we did. Thanks to Nike+ – the Twitterverse knows exactly how many minutes it takes us to finish a mile.
While I’m pounding the pavement to CSS, Freezpop and Lily Allen, sometimes I imagine I can hear what’s going on in my puppy’s head…
Taking mommy for her run.
Taking mommy for her run.
Sniff. Pine needles. Check.
Sniff. Dead leaves. Check.
Sniff. Old people walking. Pass. No threat.
Sniff. SQUIRRELS!!!!!! Must catch them all. Mommy feels so damn heavy. Such a fat bitch. Come on….just let me go Mommy. Let me go!
Then repeat. Crazy Daisy.
In the meantime, who’s ready for Puppy Bowl VI?!?!?! We’re baking beer bread and cooking chili for the big game. I’m rooting for the tiny runts in the litter.