Friday, January 29, 2010

The Hand-Me-Down Sweater

As you probably guessed, I had to take back the sweater I wanted from the store, and apologize to the lady for being a shop lifter.  Then the people all laughed and said I had sticky paws - I don't get it, my paws were pretty clean!  Anyway, because I don't have my own sweater, when its chilly Uba is nice enough to let me wear one of his sweaters.   Here I am looking cute and cozy in a boy-ish sweater.
I really want one of the fancy sparkly pink ones from the sweater store. The foster lady says if I can show her I am a good girl and I won't chew the sparkles off a pretty sweater, MAYBE she'll talk to the lady at the store and we can see if there is a pretty girly sweater that fits me.  I'm going to concentrate really hard on being a good girl so I can get a fancy sweater.


Tuesday, January 26, 2010


One of the nice things I have discovered since I moved to the big city is shopping.  There are two places for shopping that I walk to with my foster family.  The nice people at both of the stores really like my foster brother and sister, and love me of course.  One of the stores has all these buckets of toys and balls to sniff and then Uba and I get to select the best ones and the foster people talk to the nice lady at the counter and we take the stuff home with us.   Lulu always asks for treats while we pick out toys.  The nice lady at the store gave me this super cool thing that is all soft and cuddly and it SQUEAKS!  The foster people say I need to learn something called "self control", so I only get to play with it sometimes.

The other store we go shopping at has lots of clothes to sniff.  The foster lady says it is rude to just grab the sweaters and walk out like I did the first time we went there.   The lady in the sweater store likes to sit down on the floor with me and let me give her all the kisses I want.  I wag my tail a lot when I give kisses.  I guess my kisses are really good because she gave me this really nice thing called a bully stick to take home.  It was delicious!

Thank you very much nice pet store ladies!  I love the nice things and I promise I will make sure the foster lady talks to you at the counter next time I want to take a sweater home.


Friday, January 22, 2010

Petite Red Head Searching for Love & Commitment

I am a 5 year old 35 pound buckskin female searching for a forever relationship.  I enjoy snuggling, wagging my tail and giving kisses.  I am looking for a family that includes a nice dog companion that I can go for walks with, sniff stuff with and trade chew toys with.  I also enjoy the company of cats and any other type of critter you may want to introduce me to.

Most importantly I am searching for people to share my life with.  I am not a very demanding dog, all I want is a comfy bed, two good meals a day, regular walks, and love.  If you want to let me sit on the couch or sleep on your bed with you, I would like that a lot too.  In return I will give you all my love and devotion.  I will do my best to be a very good girl and make you smile and laugh whenever I can.  I will relax in my crate while you are out and smile and wag my whole body when you come home.  I will also look like a gremlin most of the time and sometimes do an excellent Yoda impersonation.

Are you the family I'm looking for?  If you think you might be, please contact


Tuesday, January 19, 2010


I come from Oklahoma, as you know.  This is what January looks like in Oklahoma:

I lived outside in the snow and rain and wind and cold when I lived in Oklahoma.

This is what January looks like in California:

In California I live inside a cozy house with people and beds and blankets and they put these weird things called sweaters on me, and its not even cold.

I have decided that living in a house in California is better than living outside in Oklahoma.  I can't wait for my forever family to find me and show me their house that I can live inside with them.


Saturday, January 16, 2010


I have been learning that some things are called toys and some things are apparently not toys.  Toys means that I can take the things and move them around and do pretty much whatever I want with them.  I am supposed to share the toys with everyone else, but I don't always want to, and the foster people take toys away from me when I won't share.  Things that are toys include the hard chewy things, the orange squeaky thing, the stuffie thing, tennis balls and the things called kongs.

Things that are not toys are towels, blankets, Lulu and Uba's beds, my bed, the cats' beds, sweaters, hats, bath mats, cats, shoes, socks, laundry, tv remotes and lots and lots of other things.  I really do think that some of these things are really toys and the foster people are wrong.  I mean, cat beds are so much fun to play with!

(that's William the Cat's tail messing up the good picture of me)

Note from Daisy's foster mom:  Daisy is learning that she can manipulate her environment.  It is quite a revelation to a dog who has lived on a chain all her life that she has the power to alter her world.  She is acting like a puppy and is trying out everything.  I get to learn patience while she learns boundaries. - Letti

Sunday, January 10, 2010


Hello, my name is Miss Daisy Mae, but you can call me Daisy.

This is my blog to tell the story of my search for a forever home. I have been looking for a little while, and the foster people thought it would be fun to blog about how wonderful I am. I decided that I can tell my story much better than them, so I distracted the nice foster lady and took over at the computer.

This is the short version of my story:
I moved to California a few months ago after some nice people came and took me to live in their office with them. Since I moved to the big city I have seen all kinds of new things and had quite a few adventures. It is nice here, I have a foster lady and a foster mister to take me for walks and make my breakfast and dinner just right, and I have foster siblings Lulu and Uba to play with and nap with. Thats Lulu on the left and Uba on the right and of course you recognize me in the middle.

I have two cats to talk to when Lulu and Uba are busy (only William wanted his picture taken)

and a nice cozy house to rest in.

I can't wait to tell you more about my new life in the big city. It is much nicer than my old life on a chain with an oil drum as my only house to raise my puppies in. The only thing missing is my forever family!