Daddy's Boy

My brother is such a daddy's boy!

He is so "people-dependent" it's pitiful!

My dad closed the bedroom door so he could get some extra sleep and Jackson stood outside the door whimpering for the longest time. Finally, he got the point that the door was not going to open so he decided to just lay up against it! And, of course, he made the saddest, most pitiful, face to my mom so she would feel bad for him. I mean - is this level of dependence normal?

Daisy O'Mae Celebrates St. Patty's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day Everyone!

So far, I really like St. Patty's Day. I got to wear a pretty t-shirt and my mom gave me extra ground beef for breakfast! I wish it was St. Patrick's Day everyday!

My excitement even convinced Jackson that it would be fun to play with me! Nothing like a good wrestling match at 7am!

In Trouble AGAIN!

How was I NOT supposed to eat the package of sweet potatoes on the counter? Clearly this was not my fault! In fact, my new diet stresses the importance of only eating certain foods - which includes sweet potatoes.

So, here's what happened. While my mom and dad were at work I noticed a package of sweet potatoes (see that black styrofoam container in front my bed?!) on the kitchen counter (they were behind a steak knife). Well, I love sweet potatoes and I was not going to let a steak knife stand in my way. After careful deliberation with Jackson, I decided that I would grab the steak knife and hide it in my bed. Once that barrier was removed, I was able to grab the package of sweet potatoes and carry them to my bed.

The package was a little difficult to get into - the steak knife actually came in handy! Once I ate through the plastic wrap (and a little bit of the styrofoam) the sweet potatoes were all mine! They tasted a little different from the cooked ones my moms makes me, but I liked the crunchy texture.

Unfortunately, I couldn't hide the "evidence" before my mom got home. And, boy, was she mad at me! As soon as she came in the front door I knew I was in trouble...again! Just so you know, this "getting in trouble thing" isn't too bad (don't tell my mom or dad that). Getting in trouble means I get told I am a bad dog, I act remorseful and sorry, and my mom usually takes a picture or two of me getting in trouble. Well, this time my mom yelled at me a little longer than usual and finally I just yawned in her face! I mean, I just ate a lot of sweet potatoes, my tummy is full, and I would like to get back to my afternoon nap!

Lazy Daisy Mae

I just LOVE walks. I get to meet so many interesting people and other dogs too. I really like to run and bark at the dog park, everyone there is so friendly! Sometimes I get too excited early on during a walk and then I can barely make it back to my house.

But, once I get home I love to lay on the kitchen floor and re-hydrate. My walks are exhausting!

Because I am so tired when we get home from walks, I have mastered the art of laying next to the water bowl, which eliminates the need to stand while I drink. Pretty smart, huh?