Nu Nu Gate

News Flash:  Daisy Mae has be caught showing her nu nu (again) to anybody who would look.  She is very proud of her nu nu, and felt all of her followers needed a good show.

Dinner Date

We have a lot of problems getting Daisy Mae to eat her dog food.  My husband and I have tried anything and everything.  This week's trick is having her loveies join her for dinner...

Cow and Sheep getting ready for their Dinner Theatre Show.  Hopefully it will work...

Success!!!!!

Lawn Care Tips

Daisy Mae loves to "help" daddy with his lawn chores every weekend.  She has become such an expert that she wanted to share lawn care advice.

Ah, yes....you know you've done the job right when the freshly cut grass smell is present.

A great measurement of proper grass thickness is how comfortable it is to lay on...

...or how far you can shove your snoot in it...

...or how well you can blend in.

Bunny Ears

Well, we are horrible parents and decided to dress Daisy Mae up with bunny ears for Easter. 

Exibit A:

Exibit B:

"Why, Daddy?"

Exibit C:

Sleeping

Like any basset Daisy Mae loves to sleep.  She sleeps in any position possible, but she sleeps only on her bed or "her" couches/chair.  Examples are:

Becoming Owned

Through loads of heartbreak and many tears my husband and I found out that having a child would be an extremly difficult, costly, and lengthy process.  So, we decided to get a puppy to ease my screaming biological clock, now refered to as SBC.  It seemed like a pretty win win situation.  More pitter patter of feet with only one mouth to feed, plus we don't have to save for college!  We took some time to research breeds, meet the breeds of dog we were considering, and get ready for the lifestyle change.  This process took about 4 months then we finally agreed on the breed of a basset hound.  My husband had one as a child growing up, my really good friend has one currently, plus I just think they are the sweetest looking dogs in the whole world.  Now adoption vs buying a puppy?  Again, the SBC was in full swing, so buying a puppy won out real quick in that decision making.  I found a decent looking breeder that was 90 miles from my house online.  I talked to my vet before going to the breeder's house.  He gave me some fantastic advice to help me decide if the breeder was a good breeder, and to help me pick out the puppy for me.  I knew I wanted a girl dog and I knew that I would rather have a basset that wasn't tri-color.  Nothing wrong with the tri-colored babies; I just wanted to be even more different even than I already am.  My husband and I loaded up in our truck to head to Alexandria, LA to hopefully bring us home a puppy.  After getting lost only once along the way we made it to the breeder's house.  All I can say is wow.  The house itself was a nice regular house, but the yard and dog's area was fantastic.  Everything was nicely fenced, seperated, clean, healthly looking, and just a fantastic experience in all.  I ended up picking out a female who was considered a lemon color.  Honestly, I think she picked me out.  She came bounding right up to my husband and me like it was old hat.  The money handed over and the papers signed we had us a baby girl (although she was a little fuzzy). 

The car trip home.  It's very hard being a puppy

The Family

Daisy Mae

A.K.A. Molly Mayhem, Dingus, Ding Ding, Widdle Girl, Mama's Girl, and Fat Ass (the daddy's ugly nickname) 

Boudreaux

A.K.A:  Moo Moo, Boodough, El Gato de la Muerte, El Jeife

Daddy

Mama