Hello Darlings!  I’m Daisy. I am an 8 year old English bulldog although people often think I'm a puppy because I'm tiny.  I let them believe it. Why ruin the magic?  I’m 32 pounds of pure charm wrapped in a pink harness.  My dad calls it my sports bra.   I can't wear a collar, not that I would.  Collars are for dogs.  My neck is bigger than my head so I can shimmy out without warning. Wanna see something funny? Watch my mom trying to catch me when that happens.  We play keep away.  Guess which one of us is the ball?  You would be surprised at my agility for short bursts. LOL.

You won't see me walking the neighborhood but you may see me riding shotgun with my jowls flopping in the wind.  Now, lit's not that I can't go for a walk around the neighborhood... I just choose not to. My walking range is about 100 feet before I stage a sit-in protest and wait for my humans to carry me home like the queen I am. My hips and knees have been replaced so mobility isn’t my strong suit. But napping? Oh, I’m elite. I can sleep 20 hours a day and snore like a freight train. It’s impressive, really.  If the weather's nice and you hear faint snoring from an open window, please try to not interrupt my beauty sleep.  Thanks in advance!

I’m what my parents call a “Velcro Puppy.” Translation: wherever they are, I am. I want to be where they are and do what they do.  If they sit down, I’m on them. If they lie down, I sit at the side of the bed and growl until they put me in bed with them.  If they go to the kitchen, I’m already there, just in case something edible hits the floor. I take my job as crumb cleanup crew very seriously, and you'd be surprised at what they drop. 

People always comment on my teeth. My mom says I’ve got “summer teeth.” You know… as in "some are here, some are there, some took early retirement". I don’t take offense. I’m still adorable, and frankly, I rock the look.  We won't talk about my breath. Dad says it could peel paint.  Whatever that means. 

I love road trips (especially if we’re headed to the beach), and I adore other dogs—even if I sometimes forget I’m not unlike a bowling ball on roller blades. I’ve got the “go” part down, but not always the “whoa.” If I mow down your Chihuahua, it was purely accidental.  I didn't mean any harm, and I'll go ahead and apologize in advance- oops!.  

I’m usually placed with the big dogs during boarding for that reason.  I don't like being boarded.  At all.  It's fun for like 15 minutes, but I cry if my parents leave me behind. You would think I had hit my thumb with a hammer, except I don't have any thumbs and using tools isn't my thing.  No shame.

So that's me- Daisy.  I may be small, loud, clingy, and occasionally dramatic—but I’m also sweet, loyal, and completely unforgettable.