Day One of Seven

I decided to take the challenge of seven days of black and white images. I figured this would be easy after doing the 365 challenge in 2012. Ha! Yeah!!!!

This first image is of Daisy as she was just drifting off to dreamland. And where was she? Up on the bed, of course. She no longer sleeps there as she’s getting older and it’s hard for her to jump up now. So she has a comfy, cozy spot on the floor at the foot of my bed.

Do you ever wonder what dogs dream of? In her case, I think it’s a safe bet that she’s herding sheep.

A little snooze

Be good to yourself and each other. Namaste’

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In Fairness to Daisy

It dawned on me as I watched Daisy lying around this morning that I have posted more pictures of Foxy than Daisy.  Poor Daisy!  So here she is all comfy and just hanging out with me.  She fans her back legs out to cool off her belly sometimes.  We should call her Froggy.

When we adopted Daisy, I spent the night with her on the floor of my office because the shelter told us she had kennel cough and shouldn’t be around other dogs.  Say what???  Well, one night on the floor was enough for me, but we sure bonded.  The next morning she met Foxy, showed no signs of kennel cough and the rest is history (or should I say her-story)?  She’s a sweet one, this Daisy.  Namaste’

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I Wish I Had Some Grass

From Foxy's Perspective

This life of being a desert dog is extremely hard sometimes.  I imagine dogs that live in places with lawns don’t know how good they have it … really!  I wish I had some grass.  You know, the kind that gets watered regularly and is soft and cool on the pads of my paws. Running on it would feel so good right now.  My buddy, Daisy, would like it, too, because she’s a border collie (and some kind of spaniel???) who probably could learn how to catch that Frisbee if she didn’t have to do it on rocks.

I guess I’ll just lay here and look out the gate for now.  Hmmm … no grass out there.  The dog park doesn’t have anything even close to looking or feeling like real grass.  It’s that Arizona rye grass – dry and hard and doesn’t feel very good either.  Oh well, I guess it’s one of those days … maybe I’ll get up and go beg my humans for a treat.  Yeah, that’s the ticket.  See ‘ya later.

As my human Mom would say … namaste.

Diva Daisy

This is Daisy, the Diva.  Why do we call her a diva?  Well, it could be because she wants ALL the attention.  If one of us (me or my husband) is giving attention to Foxy, that just won’t do in Daisy’s eyes.  When visitors come, she looks up at them and barks, like “Hey, look at me!”  But we’re OK with all of it.

Daisy at the Shelter

Every dog has it’s own personality and Daisy is no exception.  We adopted her about 3 1/2 years ago from a local shelter.  As I walked her that first time, she was absolutely perfect.  Walked right next to me and was such a little lady.  She had been a stray and was extremely emaciated.  I could feel the bones along her spine, but frankly, that’s not what made us choose her over the other dogs.  It was the way she cocked her head when I talked to her.  The staff at the shelter had named her Pretty Girl and said she took to her name right away. (Even though she is a very pretty girl, we decided to give her a new name).

The first night at home with us, Daisy and I spent the night on the floor together, separated from Foxy because the shelter said she had kennel cough.  Of course, they didn’t tell us that until the morning we picked her up and it’s very contagious for other dogs.  Ugh!  We decided to take our chances and introduced her to Foxy the next day.  It turns out that there was no kennel cough and they have been buddies ever since that day.

Daisy is very smart.  We’re not sure what her mix is but we know that she’s part Border Collie.  She has that herding instinct but, unlike some other herding breeds, does not nip at one’s heels, which is great.  When she’s running, she’s all business.  It’s so fun to let our dogs run alongside our “old workhorse” golf cart.  We live in an area that’s sparsely populated, so it’s easy to do and they both just love it.  We don’t get much exercise, but they sure do.

Daisy is our fourth rescue and most likely our last.  We’ve decided it’s just too heartbreaking to go through the letting go process when we lose one to illness. Why can’t dogs live as long as we do?

For now, we’re just enjoying being their humans.  They have us well-trained 🙂  Namaste.

A Much Healthier Daisy the Diva