I interrupt our usual program to bring you this message.
I’m a horrible dog mommy. Who could forget the birthday of this little face? Me. That’s who.
|That’s Daisy giving me her stink-eye. I deserve it.|
Daisy turned 1 yesterday. I thought it would be nice to take a trip down memory lane.
|Our little fleabag. With worms.|
When we got this little Maltese girl, she had no name, but she had a nickname: fleabag. We not only got a cute little puppy, but we also got lots of parasites, too. But she was so cute and calm. Then we wormed her. Now she had ALL SORTS of energy!
Two-day old new laptop cord. Fireworks came out of this; almost burned the house down. Thanks, Daisy.
|Sometimes she has good hair days. Sometimes she has bad hair days.|
|Forget beer. Her drink of choice is the Margarita. Naturally.|
She lost me on this one. I’m a wino, but apparently Daisy is the party animal of the family.
Happy Birthday to the little furball of terror that became our fourth famileeeeee memberrrrrr!