Daisy's Life

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Cuz Collection

These are my Cuz. I love my Cuz, I love that delicious rubbery goodness. Actually, the two on the left aren’t Cuz but they're made by the same people who make Cuz so they're Cuz to me. All of the little ones and the FrankinCuz have lost their squeakers but I still love them anyway. I didn't realize that I had this many till mom got them all out to take a picture of. She now says that she is not getting me anymore till I tear up, or otherwise destroy, at least half of my present collection. And seeing as I have never even damaged a single one that will probably not happen anytime soon. Mom says that I need to go into Cuz rehab.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

On Duty

I work very hard. I am on duty all day, every day, I never take a break. I was even on duty on Christmas. That is how seriously I take my job.

I guard my backyard from the outside.

I guard my backyard from the inside.

I even protect the inside of my house from scary hats. It's because of me that my mom can sleep at night. Yes, I am an awesome guard dog.

Monday, December 25, 2006


Well it’s that time of year again, Christmas. I like Christmas, mostly. I like getting stuff and getting to eat more stuff. But I always have to pose and deal with mom and her flashy box thing. It was even worse this year because she got a new flashy box thing.

So this is me in one of my presents. I don’t mind clothes, I really don’t. They keep me warm so I’m ok with them. I just have a ticked off look in this picture because mom got me up early and kept flashing that thing in my face. Besides this sweater I also got a shirt that says "pampered" on the back.

This is me checking out another of my presents. It takes a while to get a new chewy stick broke in. Don’t worry though; I’m more than up to the task. I got two chewy sticks; mom wouldn’t let me have both at once though.

I also got a large cuz. I love cuz; I’m like Joey that way. I have quite a collection, but this is my first large one. I’m still figuring this thing out. I can’t get my mouth around it enough to squeak it. Not that it squeaks anyway, it makes a sound half way between a duck quacking and a fart. I have figured out how to carry it around by its feet though.

My mom’s dad made me a camouflage jacket. I have wanted a camouflage jacket for a while but mom couldn’t find me one. I wanted one so I could sneak up on the squirrels in the back yard. Now they won’t see me coming. Hehe, they don’t have a chance now.

Besides all this stuff I also got some treats and a few stuffed toys. So it was a pretty good Christmas, except or mom getting her to flashy box. It also records movies with sound so as soon as she figures out how to post them on here she will.

I almost forgot, another Daisy Mae and Buster both tagged me. Three things I want for Christmas and three things I don't.

Three things I want:
1. My mom to take down all the scary Christmas decoration.
2. Not to have to get out of the nice warm bed in the morning.
3. I want to eat the same things for Christmas dinner as my family.

Three things I don't want:
1. A pedicure.
2. To be forced to hork up mushrooms when I eat them in the backyard.
3. A bath.

I'm not going to tag anyone becuse everyone else is already tagged or is going to get tagged.

Merry Christmas Everyone!!!

Monday, December 11, 2006

Big Cookie

So, mom has been ticking me off lately. First she dresses me up as a pumpkin, then she wouldn't give me any turkey for thanksgiving. She won't keep decent hours so it's hard for me to get my beauty sleep too. She made me sit for a Christmas photo shoot and then she got paint on me. (well that last one might have been my fault but she shouldn't have put wet paint on the walls anyway) So just when I was starting to think that she couldn't do anything to get in my good graces again she goes and buys me a cookie the size of my head.

I love my mom.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006


This is want happens when Mom decides to play fetch before the paint is dry on the walls.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Dirty Look

So, the other day mom decided that it would be a good thing to try to take a Christmas picture of me. She got out some Christmas stuff and made a set for me to pose in. However she forgot to ask me if I was in a mood to pose. I was not. She must have taken 30-40 pictures of me trying to get a good one and not a single one was good. They were either blurry, had me looking in a wrong direction or had me making a face like this. Let me just tell you guys that this was on purpose. I get tired of that flashy box that she keeps sticking in my face so I decided to ruin her photo shoot. I let her take a lot of cute pictures of me so I figured that she could stand to have one bad photo shoot.

Mom says that for such a cute dog, I sure can shoot her some nasty looks.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Late Nights and Early Mornings

My mom keeps some weird hours. One example is her bedtime, it is much too late. I, personally, suggest a bedtime of 8:00 PM at the latest. But mom insists on staying up a couple hours past me.

I can't sleep without my mom so I have to wait for her. While I'm waiting I try to nap a little. Just because she doesn't get enough sleep doesn't mean I have to do without.
Also, she gets up way too early. I think anything before 11:00 AM is insane but she doesn't listen to me and gets up before the sun is even out. That is just crazy.

Again, just because she doesn't get enough sleep doesn't mean that I have to get out of a warm bed on a cold morning. Wait, yes it does, she makes me go potty when she wakes up. That's it, I'm going to have to start slipping her something that will knock her out for about 12 hours.

Any suggestions?