DAISY: Words. Words. Words. Let me stifle a yawn – oops, my bad.
DAISY: You want pretty? Gaze upon my ruff of fur. I may even let you stroke it.
DAISY: Enough with the chatter. It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Time for a long walk through the leaves and meadows. You get to pretend your crossing the moors of Scotland or the lavender fields of Provence and I get to eat turkey poo. Paradise, no?
It's the turkey poo that does it. Oh yeah.
Ah, that Daisy, she is a beauty!
Michelle Shopped says
yeah, i've always enjoyed that kind of walk…i miss the country of my soul…
I find myself deeply divinely deliciously envious.
You are inspiring, out there in your world with your beautiful dogs.
love myself some daisy convo! xo
oh my goodness what lovable fluffiness!!! love you.xoxo
In September we brought home a golden puppy that will look just like Daisy when she's all grown up. We call her Maddie.
Right now the canadian geese are on lay-over here in southern Minnesota until the real cold sets in next month, and our lovely Maddie has discovered their poo on our daily walks and enjoys munching on it.
I wondered what happened to you after closing Bluepoppy, so I'm glad to have discovered your new blog. Great new look, love the big photos.
oh she's a girl 🙂
and how beautiful !!