Meet Daisy

What we did with our Saturday: We went and got ourselves a new dog. Her name is Daisy, she’s a two-year-old laborador-mastiff  mix, and we got her through a local rescue service. Her previous owners were no longer able to care for her, which had nothing to do with Daisy and everything to do with their own personal situation. Daisy is housetrained and responds to commands and so far seems pretty happy. The cats are extraordinarily pissed, as they of course would be, although Daisy is not at all aggressive toward them so far. We assume they will get over it soon.

And that’s what I have for you at the moment, inasmuch as we’ve had the dog for all of 90 minutes now. More updates as events warrant. In the meantime, however: Say hello to Daisy.

65 Comments on “Meet Daisy”

  1. Awww! What a good girl!

    Our three dogs are all from the pound and they’ve all been good dogs.

    (Except for The Boy, who likes to jump up on the bed, get under the covers and lay his head on my pillow, when I get up in the night. Such nerve!)

  2. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me

    Hello Daisy!!! Hope you have a great time with your new family. Do you like bacon? How about on cats?

  3. Daisy is a most excellent name for a family dog. Our Daisy was named for Dagwood Bumstead’s pooch and your Daisy looks every bit as affable!

  4. Jen – wife. mother. knitter. unschooler. band geek. fatass. card-carrying socialist. militant breastfeeder. profane. agnostic. ENFP

    o hai! Welcome to the Blog, Daisy!

  5. Congratulations! I wish you and your family all the best.

    By the way… Best bumper sticker I ever saw said: Who rescued who?

  6. Greetings, Daisy. You’ll like your new home. Just squint sideways and ignore that Internet thingy.

    Ghlaghghee will lead you astray (if she ever deigns to acknowledge you); eschew fame and treasure the affection you receive from those human people who physically touch you.

    And if you do care about that Internet thingy: be photogenic. You may yet develop your own fan club.

  7. Hi Daisy!

    You hit the jackpot. I’m sure the Scalzis will take very good care of you, and in return you look out for them for the rest of us, ok? Especially when Athena starts to date. Your job then is to bark and any and all boys she brings home, thus alerting John to their presence so that he can keep an eye on them.

  8. Hello Miss Daisy! Hopefully those cats will adjust and all will be well. I am sure you will be much loved in the Scalzi household. Rescue dogs are the best, as we have a rescue lab / whatever mix.

  9. ZOMG, when I saw “Meet Daisy” on your tweet, I said, “I bet they got a dog.” And behold, it is a dog! May you all have a long and happy and healthy life together!

    @K.W. Ramsay: I don’t think a lab/mastiff mix would need to bark. She’ll just stand there and loom over any of Athena’s would-be suitors. :)

  10. What a cyooooot goggie! Yay Daisy.

    I know why the cats are pissed (aside from pissèdness being the nature of the species). They asked her a question, even repeating her name twice, and she didn’t give them their answer, do.

  11. Hiya Daisy, you’re gorgeous. Will you be attending ChiCon 2012? Mr Scalzi has roped us all into attending, no excuses tolerated, so I expect we’ll be seeing you there too. Have fun!

  12. As someone who doesn’t bond with animals for whatever reason, I always enjoy how much you enjoy your pets.

    Makes me feel like I’m getting some of the pet joy by proxy.

    Grassy Ass.

  13. :squats: Hi Daisy :holds out hand:
    :sniffs, sits:
    :rubs under jaw: Good dog.
    :scratches behind ears: You’re going to love it here.
    :slobbers on hand:
    :withdraws hand: Better than a French kiss, anyway!
    :wanders away:

    More seriously, she looks like a fine dog and I hope you all get along well.

  14. Hi Daisy! My son’s shepherd mix puppies from the animal shelter say hello. (And my cats send condolences to your new feline siblings)

  15. She’s beautiful. Congratulations.

    …..that sounded more like you just gave birth than I meant it to sound.

  16. Labrador-mastiff mix? So you don’t just want a dog that could drag you from a burning building, you want one that you could comfortably ride away from the flames on.

  17. Welcome, Daisy! Your humans are very lucky that they found you and I’m sure you’ll all be very happy together. You’re a gorgeous girl! YES, you are!

  18. Erbo – Second Life Resident, EVE Online capsuleer, virtual community maven, software engineer, computer geek, SF fan, conservative, cat lover. Also, The Game.

    Hi, Daisy! (scratch behind the ears *) Good girl! Prepare to become one of the most famous dogs on the Internet. :-)

    She can never replace Kodi, I know…but I think she has what it takes to become a worthy successor, much as Penny has been for Star (on my part) and Demon (on Sabrina’s part).

    * – “Anything above the evolutionary level of a field mouse likes having its ears scratched.” – Larry Niven, Ringworld

  19. “The cats are extraordinarily pissed, as they of course would be, although Daisy is not at all aggressive toward them so far. We assume they will get over it soon.”


  20. olddog299 – Short, fat, ugly troll seeks bridge to haunt and folks needing molesting of the mind. Beware climate change as the Orcs are again ascendant.

    John, if Daisy is half the dog that our Rottweiler x Mastiff Willow was, you and your family are fortunate indeed. May Daisy long grace your home, your car and your bed…

  21. Hello, Daisy! You look like a good dog. You will be loved and you will have loads of pictures put online on this blog for John Scalzi’s fans to admire. I expect to go “Aaaaw!” at your pictures a lot.

  22. She is lovely! I think a lab/mastiff cross is a wonderful idea. I love both breeds. Congratulations to Daisy on finding a fantastic family and to you guys on finding an exceptional dog. I look forward to her further adventures both with and without the cats.

  23. and you RESCUED her. I expect the cats to get over it since they already had a dog to live with.

    Mazel tov and lots of other blessings for rescuing someone from a shelter.

    Hugs. Looks like you got a good new friend.

  24. post some pics of your angry cats with those pissed off looks on their faces. Pictures of angry cats are always funny.

  25. Congratulations on your new family member! Rescue dogs ARE the best. No, all dogs are the best. Well, except for cats which are also the best. We have a house full of rescues and we love them all canine and feline alike. We’d have equine too, but no room in the city.

  26. Yeah, give the cats about six months. Their kind are known to hold grudges for a loooong time when a new housemate is introduced!

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