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I’ve avoided the “I Can Haz Cheezburger” phenomenon for long enough. For the record I still hate the site, but Daisy’s cuteness trumps all stupid Internet sites.

Last week when my brother asked if I was interested in adopting a pug that needed a home, I scoffed at the idea of a second dog.  Surround sound snorting, are you kidding me? That sounds as appealing as finally washing my week-old dirty dishes.  But the more I thought about it, the better the idea sounded.

After all, Daisy is 12 and not getting any younger.  People, when my girl dies I’m going to hit rock bottom. Is that morbid to worry how you’ll handle your pet’s death?  Because it’s something I’ve been starting to concern myself with this past year.  If I get a second dog now, will it make things easier when she goes?

Not to mention Daisy might just enjoy someone to boss around all day. I could name the dog after RLO just to piss him off.  Which, by the way, if pissing RLO off were an Olympic sport I would fucking take Michael Phelps to the ground. Fourteen gold medals, pfff, I could accomplish that before my morning coffee.

Ben hasn’t heard back from the people that were trying to place the pug, which probably means they’ve changed their minds or found another home for the puppy.  Meanwhile I’m cruising adoption sites and classifieds for the perfect mate for Daisy.

Internet, this is where you come in… talk me out of this, and fast.  If I become a single girl with two dogs, I’m only one step away from learning to knit my own clothing, and collecting Precious Moment figurines

I couldn’t find my phone anywhere this morning.  I looked for a good twenty minutes and then in a moment of defeat sat down next to Daisy on the couch, where I found her snuggled up with the phone.  I think it’s safe to say Daisy is an Apple dog.  She never once tried to spoon my Blackberry.

Each morning as I wake up and get out of bed this is what I find:

Apparently her spins are far more fun than human spins, proving pugs are much better drunks.

Last night I went to AK and Mrs. AK’s house for dinner and Project Runway/Project Keith reruns. Since RLO wasn’t there to complain I brought Daisy along. How anyone couldn’t love her is beyond me. It just proves he’s not as nice as you guys think.

Little C was thrilled Daisy was there. She dressed her up in the skirt she wore to see High School Musical and chased her around the kitchen with a handful of glitter. Daisy looked at me to save her but i ignored that pleading little puppy face. I wasn’t about to risk Little C wanting to chase me around the kitchen with glitter. I love the hell out of that little girl, but even I have my limits. NO GLITTER without Rlo.

Daisy is very busy in the country reminding my mother that while the twins are very cute, she is the first grandchild. Pugs are never to be forgotten. They remind you they exist by emitting toxic gases from their asses.

This morning killed me.  I got out of bed, had a shower and sat on the couch with a cup of coffee. Daisy jumped up, snuggled her way into my lap and promptly went to sleep.  She was so fucking adorable, that for just one moment, I wanted to throw a baby dress on her and rock her to sleep while singing lullabies.

But I didn’t. Instead I remembered what a pain in the ass she had been last night.

Daisy is very well behaved off a leash.  In fact, I don’t typically put on her leash until we’re crossing a main street.  She’s too lazy to run away, which is good since I’m too lazy to run after her.  I’ve never had a problem with this until last night.

We were walking past the bus stop, when she decided she’s had enough of this walking bullshit and tried to climb the stairs to the bus.  I didn’t know what to do; the woman who was trying to board the bus didn’t know what to do.  Finally, she picked Daisy up, handed her to me and said, “Looks like your doggy is trying to save the environment by taking mass transportation.” I laughed as I took Daisy from her. This woman obviously underestimates the laziness that is a pug.  Daisy just wanted to hitch a free ride so she didn’t have to walk in the heat.  And really, can you blame her?

Michael from Calanan Photography asked me to participate in his photo series “This is Their Place.” Truthfully I think he wanted just Daisy Dog, but knew I’d have to drive her so he kindly included me. Daisy and I had a nice sit down and discussed our favorite bacon flavored products as well as where in SLC felt like our place. I wanted our place to be the inside of a Shiraz bottle, but realized it might be a tight fit so settled for Daisy’s favorite place: Liberty Park, specifically the pond there. You can see the photos and read my essay here.

I’m glad I took part, even if the jerk dragged me out of bed at 8:00 am ON A FUCKING SUNDAY MORNING! For any locals I suggest you sign up for his project. He’s a great photographer and even comes prepared with water for your dog, because sometimes ditzy dog owners I forget those important little things.

Thanks Michael! Don’t be surprised if those photos pop up on my blog about section in the near future.

Rlo, being the good BFF he is, came over to fix my bike today.  I left it out all winter and it needed a lot of tender loving care that only Rlo has the patience for.

Daisy was outside with us, and she started chasing her tail as she often does when she’s excited about something.  Rlo takes one look at her and asks, “Sometime you’re going to have to explain the appeal of being a dog owner.  I don’t get it.”  Now let me just say that Rlo doesn’t hate all dogs, he just hates Daisy.  He’s obviously a horrible person.

I thought about it for a second and came up with the perfect comparison.  “Daisy for me is like Jesus for you.  You don’t understand why I care so much about Daisy, and I sure as hell don’t understand why you care so much about Jesus.”

Rlo shook his head in agreement, and said, “Yeah, at times both keep us from doing things we really want to do.  We always have to stop and think about the consequences.”

“Yup,” I say.  “Daisy and Jesus are practically the same thing.”