My First Garden Pest

That would be rich, dark, garden soil on those paws and face. She's my little shadow, and followed right down to the garden and into the garden bed. She had sampled the lettuce and the spinach before I realized she was behind me...note to self, buy collar with loud bell. Having her wear a noise maker would help in the house too, as she gets runover if you change directions too quickly.


As you can see, she was not terribly happy with this part of the garden adventure. Thank you to the inventor of the multipurpose sink.

Abbey Road

The Scene of the Crime.

After living in our new home for a few months, with our lab, Bailey living outside. Bart and I began to discuss wanting a dog inside...one that was calmer and didn't shed. We had heard about Labordoodles from another Wamego family.

Considered, considered...too big!

We then thought about a Wheaten Terrior, like my brother, Marty's dog, Maggie. Sweet, lovable, dog.

Considered, considered...maybe still too big.

We then traveled two and a half hours to visit our beloved friends, Jean and Mike and met...

Daisy
Daisy is a cockapoo. She's almost a year old and is about 20 pounds of hypoallergenic dog. Hypoallergenic is the term used by the Petland salesman. I couldn't begin to make this stuff up.

Our plan: 1. look at puppies. 2. ask questions. 3. hold puppies. 4. ask more questions. 5. leave.

This would provide us with months, maybe years of material for deliberations on size.

Me: ok, everyone, I have what I need to know. We can go now. This would be a good dog for the future, down the ROAD. So we...

bought Abbey.



Nobody really likes her.

I swear!

Nope, not one of us!