Monday, October 22, 2012

Meaning Of Life

Some times I wonder who I am.  Why was I put here?  What is my purpose? Am I here just to please my owners and make them happy? Am I really real, or is all this just a dream?  And then I remember...oh yeah, chipmunks.  I'm here to chase chipmunks and make their lives a little more exciting and interesting.

My owner-dad wrote a book about chipmunks awhile back, but he didn't even put me in it, if you can believe that. I mean, come on, I'm the best chipmunk chaser of all time, and I didn't deserve a place in his stupid story?  He wrote about chipmunks riding motorcycles for Cripe's sake.  Everybody knows chipmunks can't ride motorcycles.  All they can do is dig burrows in the ground and fill them up with nuts.  Their lives would be sad and pathetic if it weren't for me keeping them on their toes and giving them an occasional adrenaline rush.  It's a high calling, but one I was made for, and one I'm pleased to fulfill.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Caught In The Act

I was a bad dog today.  I walked on the neighbor's pool cover again.  I don't know why I find this pool cover so irresistible, maybe it's because it gives me the chance to walk on water. I need to explain that I normally get to roam free and explore the neighborhood a couple of times a day, usually first thing in the morning and then again late in the afternoon. That way I can do my business and my owners don't have to get out the leash and take me for a walk, which is no fun for any of us.

The neighbors put in the pool last year and installed a cover that cost a couple grand and is supposed to support an elephant. Well, I went up to look at it, and what I saw looked like a rug where there used to be water, so I walked out on it to check it out.  Well, by the time I got to the middle, the rug felt like it was sinking and water was coming up through it fast and my feet were getting wet. Now, I hate water and I hate getting wet and I felt like I was going to drown, so I sort of panicked, and I clawed my way off of that thing as fast as I could. The holes that my claws made were pretty small, and I didn't think it was any big deal...but the neighbor did. He definitely didn't appreciate a bunch of claw holes in his brand new pool cover. After some lengthy discussion about my owners buying a new cover, the neighbor decided to investigate patching the holes, and that's what he did, and he didn't even make my owner pay for the patches.  I got off easy on that one.

The pool was uncovered all summer and I didn't go near it because, like I said, I don't like water. But then yesterday, the cover magically reappeared where there was once only open water. The temptation to explore it came over me again and I couldn't help myself.  I had just started out across the cover when the neighbor came to his door and hollered at me, "hey you stupid mutt, get off of there".  I hightailed it for home, but it was too late, I'd been caught in the so to speak.  

Well, my free-roaming days are over for the foreseeable future. I've been grounded, or at least put on a leash, until the pool cover comes off again next summer. C'est la vie.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Hi, I'm Daisy

This is my first post as a new blogger.  I guess I should introduce myself.  My name is Daisy.  I live with David and Penny.  They adopted me from the Wake County SPCA, and probably saved my life, so now I try to protect theirs from all sources of danger...human or animal.  Like this morning, for example.  I took David out for his morning walk, leading him around like a puppy on a string. It had been raining all night and the ground was all wet, and it was cloudy, and damp, and foggy.  We had no sooner left the house when we encountered a large herd of deer, or maybe I should say a herd of large deer.

 We walked right up to them and they just stood there giving us the evil eye, until I woofed and chased them away. They ran like a bunch of scared rabbits...well, maybe more like a bunch of scared deer...but at least they ran.  You never know when a crazed deer might attack.  I don't think David appreciated how much danger he was in, but I knew.  We went on about our business, and after I did my business, we walked back to the being ever vigilant for danger.

You can read my profile for a better idea of who I am, but basically I'm a mutt, part Australian Blue Heeler and part who-knows-what.  I don't mind being a mutt because I like to think that I possess the best traits of several breeds.  And, besides, people tell me I have a cute face.

I just heard somebody put something in my bowl. I gotta go. Talk to you later.