Daisy is two and in the two years since she came to join our household… or should I say, since she’s taken over, I’d like to say we need an alarm clock but Mr. B hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep since she arrived.  I read once that chihuahua’s have a bladder the size of a shot glass. Daisy’s, I’m not sure holds that much. Each and every night, poor Mr. B takes her out before going to bed and then in the wee hours he feels a wet tongue on his face. He reaches for his jeans and off they go into the deep dark to take care of her necessities. A short while later later back they come, she burrows underneath the covers and he attempts to go back to sleep.  Her nighttime sojourns don’t seem to bother her sleep a bit. When’s she’s ready to wake up, it’s slobbery kisses from a tongue that I swear is probably as long as her body (or maybe it just feels that way at 6:30 in the morning until we’re awake) cause she has to go back out again. Starting to get the picture, aren’t you? Everything runs around that four pounds of sheer terror and her continence schedule. I wonder if they make Doggie Detrol.

She spends her days piled up on my lap, eating custom made dog food, playing with more toys than most preschools, and did I mention the lap? Mr. B said I always wanted a lap dog and I got one.  Trouble is I think it’s my lap and she thinks it’s her seat.