Daisy Mae

I wonder if “southern belles” exist in my heritage. My southern lady sounding name is Daisy Mae and I’ll be 6 years old come May 20. Seems appropriate.

I’m a very happy young lady, have a lot of energy, but can also settle. Foster mom says I’m well behaved, but, well. . . there are exceptions.

I know how to, shall we say, assert myself. When it’s time for treats I am not shy about accepting my first treat and then walking to the end of the line for another. (I have two furry step-siblings.) On occasion, I’ve become very pushy, in which case my stepsister tries to put me in my place. Owing to my genteel nature, I don’t talk back, I simply step away.

OK, there’s a quirk. I like sleeping in my dog bed, in any room that is not carpeted. If I step onto the carpet, I feel that I must be breaking a rule, so I quickly retreat.  Might this change in time? Time will tell.

Foster mom doesn’t normally leave the house for long periods of time, but she thinks I’d be just fine if left alone in the house.

Last week we had a visitor, 1-year-old little girl. I enjoyed it when she petted me, and politely accepted the treats she gave me. She, probably accidentally, gave me a little “bonk” once, but I handled it calmly.

The “exceptions” I mentioned earlier? One exception to my lady-like behavior is that I like to steal and chew soft things like scarves, mittens and stuffed animals. While everyone was napping, I confiscated the little girl’s glove. It smelled like her; it was so appealing! There was this funny little ball on the top of her hat that looked fun, so I grabbed that too. What ends up happening though is I oftentimes shred and swallow some of these intriguing things. So, the rule around here now is no stuffed animals, only special Kong items. And all the fuzzy, fury things I used to look for are gone.

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