I think that everything Daisy does is funny, but I'll only share a few things that are really quirky
Daisy has a little attitude and I guess that can be silly... today, for instance, I gave her a bath. Well Daisy hates water so she was VERY angry with me. When I opened the bathoom door she went running crazily through the hall and leapt into my bed. My cousin slept over last night and her pillow was on my bed too, but Daisy knew which one was mine, jumped over my cousin's, and rolled on mine, drying her wet hound-smelling little body on it. She then took off down the stairs and crouched there, waiting for me. I went down and tried to pet her but she was in a snit and took off running again. She wanted no part of me. She ran away from me until she tired herself out and laid down. I went to lay next to her and kissed her nose, and she sneezed on me and rolled over. What a brat! It's a good thing she's so cute!
Also, when she was a puppy, she had a little biting problem. She knew it was bad but she thought she was the alpha so she bit us all. But sometimes she'd just snap at us and miss us, and so as not to get in trouble, she'd yawn, as if to say, "Who, me? Bite? No, I was just yawning!" We thought it was just a coincidence until it happened every single time She's a smart one!
Daisy loves bread, and sometimes if a big Italian bread goes stale, we give it to Daisy. She sits there with this huge long roll in her mouth and then she goes off to eat it... or so we thought. I recently cleaned my room and found, buried under a blanket I had folded in the corner, a long roll! Good thing it wasn't old or it wouldn't have been too pretty. When she was a puppy we used to find empty bread bags in her crate. She knew how to open our bread cabinet and would eat entire bags of hotdog rolls! Then she'd hide the evidence
The last one I will share shows how spoiled she is. Every night, she falls asleep downstairs and I carry her up, even though she weighs more than half of me! This started when she was a tiny puppy, but she doesn't let me quit. If she is not carried to bed, she will sit at the bottom of the stairs and howl until I give in and go get hre
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