I suppose I could never accuse my Daisy of being repressed. She has this way of letting us know exactly what she wants.
When she wants her belly rubbed, she shoots us sweetheart look and rolls on to her back. And when she needs to go to the bathroom, she nips at our feet, couch and eventually her leash. When she want to fall asleep on the couch, she hops on to one of laps and makers herself at home.
That’s Daisy.
Last week, we drove home from dog training. I ended up using over-microwaved hot dogs and pasta sauteed in garlic powder and butter. Our dog trainers recomended these items as “cookies” for training purposes. Daisy did fantastic in training that night. So, on the way home, she was chilling in the back seat as Miss Kitten’s Radio Caroline bumped along on the stereo.
When we got home, Mark was working. He had a drum and bass cd playing. Daisy hated it. She started barking at the Arabic voices accenting the dance beats. And behind our backs, she marched up a speaker and peed next to it. I suppose the music truly offended her.
I told a co-worker what happened and she told me to ask Daisy what type of puppy does she think she is when she could prefer music by a Miss Kitten over drum and bass.
That’s just Daisy.