Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true…

Daisy is our Hound. Dachshunds are hounds anyway, but Daisy is the Uber-Hound. She is sweet, gentle, and unassuming. She has big, moist eyes that can levitate tasty nibbles right off the plate. She’s modest, as dogs go, prefering to poop behind the wall instead of on the patio like her lazy and entitled sisters.
She sleeps alot, on her daisy bed, prefacing her many naps with loud, drawn out yaaawwwwwnnsss *smack*smack*.

This is a series of photos I took over a period of several days. No commentary, I think they speak for themselves.

Dignity? I don’t want no stinkin’ Dignity!

My dogs are capable of disarming goofiness. Just when you think they’re going to be dignified and you can take a becoming photo of them, they do something silly. Really, in my opinion, that makes for better photographs, anyway. Honest and all.

Lacy and the ubiquitous rawhide chip. She’s as bad as Telly Savalas with his sucker.

Daisy was in the oregano patch. She looked pretty there so I asked her to hold still and let me get a fetching image.

Lily fell asleep next to me on the couch. As she slept, she slid, ever so slowly, headfirst off the couch. She never did wake up.

Rosie and Lacy were on the couch. Rosie was gnawing on her back leg and Lacy was turned watching. When I called their names they turned their heads toward me, only Rosie’s ear didn’t want to turn.