This is Daisy, and this is what Daisy did when I walked away from my computer for a minute.
Daisy belongs to my friends Mel and Brian. A few weeks ago Mel and Brian got new neighbors. The new neighbors meant new dogs for Daisy to meet.
One of the dogs didn’t like Daisy very much. She would run up to the fence and bark viciously. Daisy is an awesome dog but is not, in any way, the brightest bulb in the box. She didn’t understand that the dog didn’t like her. So the interaction was basically like this:
Jasmine: I DON’T LIKE YOU AT ALL 😦 !!!!!!
Daisy: I LIKE TO BARK AT THE FENCE 🙂 !!!!!
Jasmine: I MEAN I REALLY, REALLY DON’T LIKE YOU AT ALL 😦 !!!!
Daisy: OH COOL, WE’RE GONNA BARK LOUDER NOW 🙂 !!!!!!!
Jasmine: I WANT TO BITE YOUR FACE OFF 😦 !!!!
Daisy: AWESOME, WE’RE GOING TO JUMP AT THE FENCE NOW 🙂 !!!!!
I can always have a good conversation with someone who is willing to talk, even if they don’ t agree with me. But I’ve always struggled at how to deal with someone who just wants to call me names. I think I’m going to take Daisy’s tactic and just act like I don’t understand what’s going on. I’m imagining something like:
Person: You fat bitch!
Me: I like flowers.
Person: I’m mean you are a big fat fatty!
Me: Flowers are pretty.
I wonder what will happen?
In the meantime, Daisy took over my blog to give you a message about body positivity:
Hi, my name is Daisy and I have something important to say (obviously because if you think typing without opposable thumbs is easy then you have another thought coming). There are some things you have to know about me.
- I’m not super bright, almost everything confuses me
- I destroy my toys, then I’m sad that I don’t have them. But I can’t make the connection between destroying my toys and not having any so I do it every time.
- I don’t have brakes – often the way I can come up with to stop is running full speed into something more sturdy than I am
- I don’t meet the “Breed Standards” for American Staffordshire Terriers – I don’t look right at all
- When I run around my face and body turn pink – it looks kind of silly.
- My dads say that I’m made of rubber bands and poo and not much else
I’m not the perfect dog, but my dads and their friends love me and that’s all that’s important. I think I’m awesome and that everybody wants to be my friend. If they don’t that’s their loss. You should think about thinking that way too.