When Daisy and Gretchen were puppies, they didn’t know how to keep their food in the bowl while eating. Here is a picture of the mess they would make while eating when we first brought them home. Look, we didn’t even have real bowls for them yet.

Daisy and Gretchen were born in July, so when we brought them home is was still warm, so they would go to the tile in front of the fire place to rest and keep cool.

Well mom showed us the package and Banjo and Gretchen tried to open it up right then and there. But mom and dad said no and took the package away, but we could still see it. So Gretchen spent the evening whining at the box because she knew there was something in there for her, and Banjo would sit near the box and bark at it. So finally mom had to put it out of sight and smell.

     On Easter Morning mom brought the package back out and let us have at it.

In the package we found that Grandma had made us yummy cookies, yay! What a wonderful Grandma!

Then a little while later mom gave us a new toy, which we had lots of fun playing with until Gretchen was able to sit down with it for a bit.

     Now we have another dead toy, Oops!

But that was not the end to our Easter excitement; dad shared some ham with us and boy was that good, then for dessert we got to share a strawberry cupcake.

What a wonderful yummy day.

Happy Easter to all!

On the way home from getting Daisy and Gretchen, Gretchen found her way up to my shoulder and then found my ponytail holder. She pulled the ponytail holder from my hair, and lost it under the seat. From then on every time they are within reaching distance of my ponytail, they manage to steal the ponytail holder right out of my hair. Sometimes they go to extremes while trying to get the ponytail holder, like climbing my back if they cannot quite reach. Even though these 2 girls are 9 they are still up to their same old puppy tricks.

We were gone the majority of the day on Friday, which left the dogs up to their own devices. They are in the garage and had access to the back yard while we were away. You would think between the three of them they could entertain themselves. Play in the back yard, chase bugs, watch the birds, sunbathe, run around…

Not sure what happens while were away, but when we get home, it’s like we made them sleep in the garage all day long. They come in jumping, barking and mouthing our hands and arms, along with a couple of little bites (bites using just the front teeth, causing instant bruises on human skin). And then everyone has to go pee real bad, like they have been holding it all day long.

After everyone is fed and has gone potty, the craziness does not end, they all continue to run around like crazy dogs for the next 3 hours.

So the question remains, what do three German Shorthair Pointers do while the humans are away????

Banjo and Gretchen both trying to grab the same stick.

Banjo swam without Gretchen’s permission

Having a blast at the lake.

Everyone crashed on the way home. What a great time!

If this is your first visit, we are all about sharing the lives of Daisy & Gretchen with you and their many antics.  And we also sprinkle the site with information about our world with dogs.

WELCOME BACK and ENJOY!!!

As they sat silently watching, their emotionless faces soon turned to shear excitement as I reached for the garage door.  Just one more action is required before their eyes indeed believe what they are seeing.  And in a moment I signaled them to the truck which sealed the deal.  But it wasn’t a long ride and it did not end at a park or the beach.  In fact, it was a mere parking lot, but to both Daisy and Gretchen this still seemed exhilarating.  They pulled with excitement and finally we entered the Vet’s office.

The smells of an assortment of felines, canines, and a red tailed boa were complemented with the bright yellows and blues of a few tangs in a saltwater aquarium.  In less than 30 seconds of taking our seat the house cat wandered over to take a gander at Daisy and Gretchen, using my wife and I as stepping stones.  All was well in the German Shorthaired Pointer world.

Until…we were called into the ROOM.  At that point all hell broke loose as Daisy realized exactly where she was and all her past experiences proved this place was no fun at all.  As we sat waiting for the vet to make an appearance, both Daisy (especially) and Gretchen pawed at the exit door as if we were at home and we would actually let her outside.  Daisy obviously forgot that she is not in charge, which does seem to be the case at home according to her.

Daisy and Gretchen trying to escape the vet

As the vet kneeled to begin a routine exam of her teeth, Daisy transformed into a bucking bronco and was ultimately escorted to the way back room where her parents could no longer be seen.  Yep, Daisy was quite pathetic that morning and we heard her crying as the needle delivered her rabies booster.  Which by the way was quite surprising considering she is typically thick skinned and has never made a peep when getting previous shots.  And all this time Gretchen sat tilting her head in response to the unseen commotion unaware that she was up next.

And when all was said and done, a clean bill of health, a loss of 4 pounds each (Yay!), the door was opened and they bolted from the confining space. Whew!!! Disaster averted.

Daisy recovering in mother's arms

Now that Daisy has learned to open the screen door, it is a complete free for all.  For instance, apparently both Daisy and Gretchen decided to bring in some busy work. However, I thought everything was a bit to quiet…caught in the act.

A habit that she has cultivated to perfection over the years involves a few whimpers, a couple barks, and blatant stares at Daisy while she kicks back with a bone in the evening.  Meanwhile, her unscarred treat lies motionless on the floor as if it were made of plaster and completely inedible (which by the way never stopped them before).

When all is said and done, Gretchen goes for Daisy’s scraps and eventually we have to pick up the second bone.  The last thing we need is Daisy to choke down two rawhide bones in a single night. When will Gretchen ever learn?