Saturday, May 31, 2014

Check Up

Daisy had her yearly check up and shots. She's always been so good at the dog- tor. She's listens to a dog howling in the next room. 
Daisy always has to see what is under the table. 
She just found out it's shot time. 
Shots take a lot out of a little pup. 

Thursday, May 29, 2014

It Broke

One of the teachers I work with told us the story of her son and a lizard. He came in crying that he didn't mean to do it but he broke the lizard. 
Well, Daisy now broke a lizard. She was playing/chasing/terrifying the lizard in the house and it's tail fell off. 
The lizard was quickly released back into the yard. 
The tail was not very interesting since it was broken. So, it thankfully was not added to the toy basket and was disposed of instead. 
We've asked Daisy to not invite any more friends over to play unless she runs it by us first.  


Tuesday, May 27, 2014

June's Lesson

I told my first graders about a lovely woman named June. I first heard about her during a Christmas card exchange, in which she was showered with cards. She is turning 89 on June 1. My students said "I bet that's why her parents named her June!".  We had a very touching conversation about "shut-ins" and showing kindness to someone none of us will ever meet. I set out paper if they wanted to make her a birthday card should they have extra time. This is one of the million reasons I love first graders...they all made her a card!  Daisy is showing off some of the birthday cards the students were so happy to make for a kind stranger. 
Daisy is selecting a few to show you. 
I love the glasses! 
A dot to dot to complete. 
A tasty cake
First grade artwork
I was so excited to mail the package today filled with kindness, love, and birthday wishes!

Monday, May 26, 2014

Riverside National Cemetery

Our family went to Riverside National Cemetery this morning. This is the sight that greeted us at the entrance. 
Every single grave had a flag thanks to the efforts of one thousand volunteers!
This is the view from where my Grandparents are interred. 
Then, there is a parade of 7000 motorcycles all paying their respects. The streets and cemetery are lined with spectators. Some of the motorcycles had full size flags on them!
We are so grateful to live in the home of the brave. Happy Memorial Day!

Friday, May 23, 2014

Long Weekend!

We started off our long weekend with a drive. 

Then, some zoomies at the dog park. 
Making plans for another play date. 

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

May Bark Box

These treats came just in time. A little Wheatie pup has had a serious case of spring fever. 
The zucchini stuffie was such a hit (and still has it stuffing!). I know Daisy is happy to add a carrot to her collection. 

Mmmmm...Apple cobbler treats. They seriously smell so good, I thought about having a taste!
Now, the treat jar has been re-stocked and somepup is going back to manner school. 

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Fur Stealer

Daisy had a spa day with my parents. Here's the before...
She loves getting groomed and lays down while getting clipped!
Daisy also helps clean up...

We're thinking of the Bush family because former First Scottie Dog, Miss Beazley, crossed the bridge today. 
Daisy and I wonder if she recreated this scene when she saw Barney again! 

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Not Skirt Weather

The Santa Ana winds have returned. It's hot enough for a skirt but too windy to wear one. The wind brought lots of sniffs while the heat made for lazing around. 

Daisy is enjoying the time where I water at night and she catches bugs. Tonight, we saw a June bug. June in May. It obviously didn't have a calendar. 

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Happy Mother's Day!

We hope everyone in blogville had a lovely day! 
Like Mother, like daughter...
 I found out Daisy's mom, Whitney, likes to dig and blow bubbles in her water bowl just like Daisy. 
Happy Mother's Day!!!

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Vacuum Lessons

Daisy is offering free classes on how to show your vacuum who's in charge. 
The muzzle move
The tag team move
The crushing jaws move
The beat down
The double side attack