Hi, I am Daisy. I am a golden retriever. I am scared of loud noises, new situations
and to be honest, I am not the biggest fan of car rides (although I tolerate them now, especially when I know we are headed somewhere cool).
I love mud. I love dirt. I love poop, not my own of course, but deer, rabbit, fox, goose, other creatures mostly. I especially love rolling in mud, dirt and poop. I am just a golden girl living in a dirty world I suppose. Really, I think that if I like to be dirty, my humans should accept me as I am. I know they love me, but sometimes they get super mad when I show up at the door with dirt all over me- particularly when they are in a rush. I try to tell them it’s fine, I will just relax on the couch and wait for them to return, but they get angrier then. So I just let them clean me off until the next time I get to go out and find something delectably dirty to play in. I am a pro at finding water anywhere we go, and even better, dirty water. Creeks, muddy puddles, swampy areas, you name it- I will find it! Mostly my humans laugh and I laugh along, until I have to get hosed off, then I am not laughing. I have tried to teach them that no matter how many times they hose me off, I will still find something to get into because it is a part of me I just cannot control. They will learn in time. My humans, especially mom, are the angriest if I roll in poop. It smells amazing and it helps me hone in my chipmunk and squirrel hunting skills- those critters don’t smell me coming, because I am disguised! But, it creates some pretty tense situations, so I have limited myself to about one poop roll a month. One time my mom made me sit outside on the porch for a few hours. She didn’t flinch even as I started longingly through the sliding doors. She had to work and she couldn't give me a bath, so I waited alone with my thoughts, until Dad came home. Although I could not understand what he was saying when he was cleaning me off, I know it was not good, so I am trying to be better.
I love food of all kinds. Except kale, I couldn’t even swallow one small piece of it when it fell to the floor. If the fridge opens, I am there. If the oven is on, I am there. If a wrapper is opened, I am there. I am ALWAYS hungry. I don’t like the situation, but I will sit and wait while my brother Waylon finishes his food, he is so damn slow, but I am good and never steal from him. I watch him intently, hoping he will decide he doesn’t want to finish so I can eat his leftovers. This rarely happens, but I do catch a few kibbles in the rug here and there just below his dish. I also watch my human brother Alden quite a bit. I am ridiculously helpful when he accidentally spills something, or unknowingly leaves a morsel behind. I know I am not supposed to take anything off the coffee table, but the other day he didn’t finish a cookie. I did not want it to go to waste, so I helped. Unfortunately, my Dad saw it, again I wasn’t so sure what he was saying but I don’t think I can help Alden like that anymore.
I love toys. I get really attached to them, and they actually last a long time until my brother Waylon eats the extremities off of them and pulls all the good stuff out. Mom gets mad when that happens, and throws them out. Whenever someone comes to our house I greet them with a toy in my mouth. When we are all just hanging, I have a toy in my mouth. When I am sleeping, I often have a toy in my mouth. Sometimes I try to bring them outside with me into the woods, but my humans tell me to leave it, they know how upset I would be if I lost them. My favorites so far have been a bunny, a snoopy and a succulent. Bunny and Snoopy are gone now, thanks to Waylon. But the succulent is holding strong. Speaking of succulents, I suck on my toys. It makes me fall asleep and they just feel so fluffy and perfect. I can only relax when I have one snugly in my jowls. After I have had one for a while they are wet and covered in muck, they’re PERFECT. I am not sure why my mom makes a face when she picks them up to put them away. Whatever, she’s probably jealous they are my toys and not hers.
I love couches. I love beds. I love laps. Basically, I love all things to lay on other than the bed my mom got me. I will just hop right up when I please. I find that if I just hop up there like I own it while my mom and dad aren’t looking, no one really notices and I get to stay. But if I wait until they are around, I am shot down. I think they forget to put the couch cushions down after they search in there for change, because whenever mom and dad leave, the couch cushions are up. So if I can get into Alden’s room, I just use his bed, otherwise I prefer Waylon’s tiny bed instead of my big one.
I love water. Not to toot my own horn, but I am so good at dock diving. If my family is in that water and calling me, you bet your tail I am full throttle into the river! I am not even scared of going completely under water. IT IS AWESOME! Honestly, though, even if my family is not in the water, you bet your tail I am full throttle into whatever water is near me! This makes everyone excited. I have even heard my dad yell “DAISYYYY NOOOO!” as I am jumping in. He is just so surprised and impressed with how awesome I am at getting into the water with such speed. It doesn’t matter how cold the water is, or if the water is dirty, or if there are waves, or if there are people around who may not want to be splashed. I. NEED. WATER. WATER. NEEDS. ME. My favorite is when my family takes me to the river house because I get to swim nonstop. When I need a little rest, I stand up on two legs and let my mom or dad hold me and float for a few minutes. I have tried to do this with Alden, but he sinks when I try to get him to float, I will have to just teach him better. I have noticed that people don’t want to pet me as much, or be around me in the summer- this is because they know I need to save my energy for the water. My mom even uses a special spray on me after I swim to help me rest so I can swim better next time. It smells awful like flowers, but she smiles after she uses it, and since I get it after I swim, I think it is really improving my aquatic skills. I also have found I love snow. Snow is a form of water, and when it melts it makes mud. So it's cool.
I love my family. I let Waylon chew on my ears, bark at me and I usually let him win when we wrestle. I let my dad pick me up and hold me, I let my mom brush me and put pajamas on me and I let Alden lay his head on my belly. I let them take a ton of pics of me. My favorite times though, are when mom sneaks me on the couch, when Alden takes me for walks, or when my dad takes me mountain biking. All in all I have a pretty good life. If I could just barter for more treats and opportunities for mud rolling.
When I have some new adventures- I will touch base. Until then happy tails, friends!
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