Daisy’s ears are CONSTANTLY infected and when they are, they smell worse than the playroom downstairs after Chili Night.  My family has decided it is MY JOB to clean her ears out every time they flair up.  It is beyond gross.  No dirty diaper EVER matched this. When she shakes her ears after I put the meds in them, I get covered in the rank smelling goo that comes flying out.  It is like a horror show. 

The irony here is that after her ears are cleaned out, guess who gets a special treat? NOT ME.

ColtonColton aka: Moose, Duece, Colt, CJ
Age: 3
Favorite Word: Fart
Hobbies:  Playing in the dirt, setting off fire alarms at preschool and bossing people around.
Best Qualities:  The sweetest disposition this side of the Mississippi. has this weird thing he does with Daisy when he gives her a treat. The treat is a piece of bread. The weird part is that doesn't give it to her in one large piece that would be devoured in less time than it takes for me to down a glass of chardonnay at baby shower being held on a Sunday during football season. He wants to get more out of the moment, so he painstakingly breaks each piece of bread into tiny pieces and puts one piece on every stone of our walkway.

Poor Daisy is tortured with having to sit and watch while he patiently takes his time placing them perfectly on each stone. Seriously, one had ants all over it this morning before he finished the process. 

Though she is dumb, Daisy is really obedient and will sit there until someone mutters the word “OK” and then she dives in. I'm sure if she had even the smallest brain, she would actually be grateful for the process as it really does prolong her enjoyment too.

Her face in this photo makes me laugh hard.  Her ears are pinned down, she is DESPERATE to get to the bread and you just know she is saying over and over in her head, “I’m not looking, I’m not looking.”