Daisy Duke


Brittany
Picture of Daisy Duke, a female Brittany

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Age: 10 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
DaisyDoo-dars

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Birthday:
May 11th 2004

Likes:
I love to hunt, and chipmunks and squirrels are my specialty. True to my Brittany nature, I also like to point at birds in the backyard.

Pet-Peeves:
I don't like going outside when it rains. Rainy days are for sleeping on my nice plushy dog bed.

Favorite Toy:
Anything around me when the mood strikes. I LOVE my stuffed squeaky toy ("stuffy")--I tear them open and remove the stuffing and then attack the squeaker. I also love a good game of squeaky ball in the yard.

Favorite Food:
Chipmunk tartare.

Favorite Walk:
Let's be clear: 1) I do not walk anywhere. Why walk when you can sprint. 2) I do not walk , I hunt. Let me out in the yard and I am on patrol hunting for rodents!

Best Tricks:
I can jump vertically about 2 feet in the air from a standstill, kind of like a canine pogo stick--this only happens when I see a rodent nearby.

Arrival Story:
We adopted Daisy from American Brittany Rescue after seeing her profile on their web site. She was described as basically a perfect dog, and she is: she has a great temperment and a wonderful optimistic outlook, with enough mischief thrown in to make her fun to be around. So she is the perfect dog for our family. :-)

Bio:
I am a true Southern belle from the heart of Dixie. I was found running loose, although please do not believe those scandalous reports that say I was a stray. I knew exactly where I was going: bird hunting! I was "found" (that is, my hunt was abruptly ended), brought to a vet where they gave me some shots, quarantined me (let me tell you, 10 days in quarantine is no picnic!) and then I was put on a direct transport that drove me from Dixie to way, way up North. I had a great foster family from American Brittany Rescue, and they brought me to meet my current family for a get-to-know you visit. I impressed them immediately by demonstrating how to escape from their 6 foot fenced yard. Remember, we Southern beauties are smart as well as cute. They must have liked my escape tactics, because I was brought back to stay here. I escaped again after 2 weeks, but they found me in the front yard hunting for chipmunks. I guess I know I've got a good family and I'm sticking with them! They've stuck with me, too. We've now moved about 1600 miles together to a new home on the gulf coast. I am loving being back in the South!

Forums Motto:
Rodents fear me.

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Deer attacks dog!

Critters caught (to date):
3 Chipmunks, 1 Squirrel, 1 Robin, 1 raccoon (treed), 1 tree-rat, 1 lizard, worms (many), cicadas (many)

I've Been On Dogster Since:
May 25th 2008 More than 6 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
789979


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Friendship Tunnel--Busted!!!

December 10th 2011 9:48 am
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Dear Diary,
Suzy's unfairness has got to stop.

A few months ago, the dogs next door (Burger and Caramel) and I dug a "friendship tunnel" under the fence. We had a lovely block party going (I got to swim in their pool! Woo Hoo!) until Burger got his head stuck under the fence--he's a lot bigger than I am--and then Suzy discovered I was missing from our yard. So, Suzy and the neighbor humans closed up the entrance to the friendship tunnel (sorry, Burger & Caramel!) but I never forgot about the fun we had.

The past few weeks, I have decided to get on Suzy's last remaining (and mostly frayed) nerve by excavating a new friendship tunnel. Burger's mistake, as I see it, was that he started digging the tunnel next to the fence. So I've decided to create a number of new tunnel openings at various strategic points in the yard. This way, Suzy can't tell which one will be the real friendship tunnel opening. I can't tell either, but that is beside the point. The one in the middle of the grass looks the most promising. I've been working on each of them in turn, until discovered by Suzy. She finds me digging industriously, and then totes me over to the hose, muttering "DOG!" under her breath, and washes the telltale mud out from between my fashionably furry toes. I have to wait a day or so for her muttering to subside before I sneak out and work on another of the tunnels. So far I've made some progress: about 10 possible tunnel entry sites, most are about 15 feet away from the fence, but, hey, they say anything worth doing is worth doing well, right? I've also discovered some fascinating smelling pipe that Suzy called a "sewer connection" when she wasn't sighing and exclaiming "DOG!" Further excavation is definitely needed in that site.

All in all, I am disappointed that Suzy fails to see the value in rebuilding the friendship tunnel. She often says we need to be friendly to our neighbors. She also says something about "do unto your neighbor as you would have them do to you"--well, Burger dug the first tunnel so I am trying to reciprocate! Why can't Suzy see that? In this holiday season, I am hoping Suzy will embrace the friendship tunnel for what it is: a symbol of peace and goodwill!
love,
Daisy Duke

 

Dogster Diary of the Day! Me!

June 18th 2011 2:36 pm
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Who is the Dogster Diary of the Day? Me!!!!! Wooo hoooooooo!

 

Bump. Nudge. You know what I mean.

June 18th 2011 2:27 pm
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Dear Diary,
As you probably know, I've been working with Suzy on her communication skills. She is noticeably deficient in reading my mind, or in understanding when I give her the "eye". So I have had to resort to that time-tested tool among domestic dogs: the nudge. Right now, for example, Suzy is tapping away at the computer, and I want her to play with me. Nudge. First to the forearm. Then a gentle bump to the leg, then the hand, if available. Accompany it with attentive eyes and a nice head cock and --voila!-- Suzy gets up. This time--eureka!--Suzy gets my meaning and comes outside for a nice game of catch the squeaky-stingray-toy. Maybe there's hope for her learning, after all.
love,
Daisy Duke

 
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