And she was sooooo cute when we brought her home!

Teeny tiny pup

Look at that face!

This is the first time I ever saw my baby girl. Daisy.  Daisy Mae Mobley, as my darling new husband likes to call her.  This was early April of this year I believe. I guess you’d have to say we met online, sort of.  I had been looking for a puppy for a while, trying to convince my fiance that we needed a dog.  We were just a few weeks away from our wedding, our home was piled high with wedding crap, and I was elbow deep in tulle, pushing myself to the limit -trying to do the ultimate DIY wedding, including a home made hot mess wedding gown–you’ll hear more about that later.  What possessed me that I NEEDED a dog, and needed one RIGHT NOW, just a few weeks before the wedding, I will never know.

In my spare time at work, which there seems to be a lot of lately, I was either mooning over pictures of other people’s weddings, overplanning each and every detail of my OWN wedding, or looking for puppies on line at local shelters, rescues and in want ads.

I saw an ad in a nearby newspaper for welsh corgi puppies.  The pic in the ad was a little sable guy.  He was just adorable.  I’ve only had one dog before in my life, and he was a corgi too.  I called the number in the ad, and the nice man on the other end of the phone told me that he had three pups left from two different litters.  He had two males and one female left.  I asked him if he could send me a picture of the female.


I saw her and absolutely fell in love with that adorable face.  I didn’t know she was a tri-color until I saw the picture.  I had to text the pic to my fiance, who I am guessing  rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh of frustration , all while shaking his head in disbelief–he’s really good with the multi-tasking.

I made arrangements to meet the puppy on the last Saturday of April-1 week before the wedding.  That was a really busy day.  I had to run to Hobby Lobby for the 900th time to get those “last few things” for the wedding–something I had already done multiple times.  I was getting a cut, color and a hair trial, and my fiance was going out of town for his bachelor party.  When he left, he said it was up to me.  If I wanted the puppy, I should buy the puppy.  GULP.

This is what she looked like, that fateful day laying in my front yard. 8 weeks old.

Here’s my little baby, before she was my little baby.  Of course, I HAD to have her.  Who could refuse that little black fuzzball?  The breeder agreed to keep her until after the wedding.  In hindsight, picking up a 9 week old puppy on your way home from a honeymoon is probably not the best idea I’ve ever had.

In the first few days after she came home with us, she was deceptively docile.  I should have known better.  I’m sure she was just feeling us out. Looking for our weak spots.  Plotting her hostile takeover of our heretofore peaceful domicile.  She looks so harmless and sweet, doesn’t she?


3 Months later, she is the queen of the house.  Running around like she’s on crack, barking at the top of her shrieky lungs whenever anyone else tries to speak a word.  Stealing anything she can get her teeth around.  I haven’t figured out if she is the dumbest dog in the world, or an evil genius.  Obedience training is completely futile.  I have managed to get her to “sit”, and no more.  The expensive liver treats from the vet are not the motivational tool they were advertised to be.  I give her one when she “sits”.  I then try to make her “stay”.  I guess to her, the word “stay” means “tear mommy’s arm off because it’s holding those yummy smelly things she just gave me”.  I’m good with “sit” for now.  Good dog.

We just had Daisy spayed last week.  “It’ll calm her down” they said.  “She’ll be more affectionate”, they said.  Ha!  As if!  We couldn’t even keep her calm when she came home from the vet’s office.  She was running around like a spaz the minute I got her in the door!  I was afraid her little entrails were going to spill out of that incision and she’d be dragging  them around the house behind her.

So now, she won’t have any puppies, she will never go into heat, but…during her kennel time, I still think she is plotting her revenge.  She has now learned to jump all over the furniture, checking out the end tables each morning for booty to drag off to her lair.  This is a picture of her I took this morning.  You’ll note the shaved tummy.  “She had a Brazilian” my husband says.

Turn your back, I dare you.

4 thoughts on “And she was sooooo cute when we brought her home!

    • Hello Kristen! So glad you found your way here! I have to tell you , this morning, right after I posted on Wedding Wire, I saw the evil monster running around with something shiny in her mouth. Believe it or not, it was my husband’s wedding ring!!! I almost throttled them both! We chose really wide wedding bands, which we are finding very difficult to wear, because they trap moisture that does bad things to the skin underneath. So, we usually have to take them off for a few hours every day. It appears to Daisy that everything on the end table is fair game. Dear Husband will have to find a different place to leave his when he’s drying out his ring finger.

  1. Daisy is adorable! I picked up a 1 year old Rat Terrier, who was lost on the streets about 3 years ago. Her little face was so adorable, just like Daisy’s. We named her Precious! Well, it turns out that this clever little puppy turned into Cujo with a vengeance every time someone walked by. Impossible to walk on a leash, because of her unpredictability, she can go from 0-60 in a split second. I swear, she is like a bullet. I cannot tell you how many times she has actually pulled my arm so far out of the socket that I actually saw stars! So, I started watching The Dog Whisperer and had a small modicum of success. I also tried the only collar that has ever worked on her – the “gentle leader” and now we can go for a walk. Well, I got to thinking, after becoming well versed in the ‘pack’ mentality, that perhaps a companion Rat Terrier would be a calming influence on her. I also felt like I had to know that all Rat Terriers were not as hyperactive as my ‘little Precious’. So, I contacted the Guardian Angel Pet rescue and they sent me a picture of an adorable little boy. Just like you, I fell in love at first sight. So, I brought “Shadow” home. We called him Shadow because he followed me and Precious, everywhere. After the first 2 weeks of fur flying and territorial disputes, they came to an understanding. Shadow is much calmer than Precious, but the little barking demons are more dog than I ever dreamed of. I have had Great Danes, Dachsunds, English Setters, miniature poodles, Harrier Hound, Shelties, German Shepherds, English Sheep Dogs, Mutts, and Weimeraners. Never have I encountered such intelligent, crafty, and cuddly creatures as these two little Rat Terriers. When we go to the dog park they bark at everything and everybody! I call them my ‘little rat terrorists’. But they are a joy! Is there something wrong with me?

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