lappy slappy daisy

Yesterday Will rationalized with Daisy. He said, "if you can't be a good dog, you'll be an outside dog," with extra emphasis on outside. I came home yesterday, and Daisy was hunched down in the floor, refusing to make eye contact. This means she's done something stupid and I have to go on a scavenger hunt to find out what it was. So after last week, I'm expecting poo. But no, the pillows were all in the floor & so I guess she'd just been on the couch, which is indeed bad b/c then the couch smells like her flea collar. Does anyone else hate the smell of flea collar? It's like this chalky, stale pudding smell. (I have a problem with smells. They bother me. In the book I'm reading the curious incident of the dog in the night-time, the narrator, who is autistic, says he has a smelltrack, which is much like a soundtrack. that, to me, has a positive quality, but to me, smells are bad. LAST NIGHT, Will put some garlicy stuff in his fish tank. I thought, "Is someone making garlic toast??" But apparently these garlic drops kill parasites!? Dunno. But it smelled terrible, and I thought I would never be able to get over the fact that it smelled. I have a problem. I'm aware of it. That's the first step.) Back to Daisy...When I fall over onto the couch to continue being on vacation, I get extremely annoyed when flea collar smell accompanies me.



So, what if Daisy DOES become an outside dog? Those of you who have met Daisy will understand my worry b/c you know how she's slightly neurotic and extremely needy.



So her saga continues...