"That's it!" screamed George, "I never got to wish for money or a nice car or even food!". "I wish you dressed better." finished the frog. "Wait a minute!" protested the suddenly sober George, "I wish for.". "I wish you didn't drink so much." said the frog. "I wish for." said George, but he was interrupted by the frog. "That's not my wish!" protested George, suddenly clean and presentable. "I wish you bathed more often" said the frog. He was about to gobble up the frog when the frog pleaded for his life and promised to grant George three wishes if George didn't eat him. George realized that he had never eaten a frog before and his mental state, it occurred to him that this might be a good idea. He was about to go bum some food off one of his neighbors when he came upon a frog. One night, George was looking for something to eat while drinking. Not only was George Lazy and undependable, he was unable to handle finances and unwilling to maintain proper hygiene. Once-upon-a-time, there was a man named George who had trouble holding down a job for more than a week at a time. George, the Magic Frog and the Three Wishes Maggie is my baby now, and I think a bit of Daisy was bred in her for me. stubborn, with personality and a drive and a soul that won't be tamed for anyone she could care less of. I have Maggie now, purebred basset but with so many of Daisy's qualities. She put a smile on the face of everyone she met, and won everyone over with her sweet, simple demeanor.
:) She was also sweet, vocal, always smiling, always convinced she was a lap dog, and loved absolutely unconditionally. We used to joke that she was a coffee table dog, in that her back was so wide, we could probably balance a tea tray on it. I cleaned her up and brought her home, for the best years of my life. Of COURSE I kept her, difficult as she was to adapt to our 2 cat and one dominant dog family, but I kept her, she had a fungus infection on her muzzle, toenails too long to be decent, and foxtails in her ears. When my "brother" found her, he thought she was a basset, but truth be told, she was a mix. She had a cast-iron stomach and was the canine equivalent of a garbage disposal. She was stubborn, she was stinky, she was loud. :) Daisy went over the Rainbow Bridge on October 16th, 2004.
you could point a finger at her and say "BANG!" and she'd roll over and play "dead." It was great. For whatever reason she had to share phone conversations, and the frustrated telemarketer would usually pause mid-script to ask, "Are you at a zoo? What IS that?" That'd be my dog. what's your favorite color? BLOOOOOO! She was great for getting rid of telemarketers, too. how are you feeling today? BLOOOO! Daisy. Daisy! What color's the sky? BLOOO!! Daisy. Her bay sounded like "Blue," and we had a whole routine for friends. She had the ears and markings of a beagle, but her heart was 100% basset. Daisy loved my mom's classroom guinea pigs when they came home to live with us during holidays.
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