Crazy Daisy Doozy Floozy

So, uh, we have a dog. We got her Friday night. Anna finally decided today that her name is Daisy. She had been calling her Josie, but her name is now officially Daisy because that's what we had engraved on her tag.
Because of this adventure of getting a dog on Friday afternoon, I was up really late Friday night trying to get ready for the pancake breakfast I had promised the residents. I think I finally went to bed sometime around three and then got up early to start cooking and such. I think the breakfast went well. I made pancakes (duh), bacon, and a mixed fruit thingy. I think roughly two-thirds of the residents stopped in and ate. They seemed appreciative.
Daisy is roughly six months old.
Chief scratched my foot really badly today. I have this bloody streak running from mid-foot all the way onto my pinkie toe. It's the worst thing that has ever happened to me.
Daisy has yet to have an accident at our place, but she did poop on the floor at the in-laws'.
The Broncos just lost to the Bears. This doesn't really matter since it is still preseason, but I have a strong feeling that the regular season isn't going to look much different than tonight's game.
The last few games the Rockies' offense disappeared, and then tonight, they couldn't hold a strong lead. Sometimes it's worse to have a team in the mix because it sure makes it harder on you when they lose.
When we first got Daisy, I said she looked like a Saint Bernard. Anna thought I was stupid. Then when her parents saw Daisy, they said she looked like a Saint Bernard. Anna is now terrified that she has Saint Bernard in her and will grow too big for this apartment.
I just finished doing some laundry.
I've decided I really like having a DVR for watching sports. I used it several times during the Broncos' game. Though to be honest, I used it more to re-watch commercials than anything related to the game.
Did anyone else watch the Broncos' game? Did you pay attention to the plays that McDaniels chose to challenge? Is he not the stupidest man ever?
Also during the game, the Bears were called for a late hit on the Broncos' QB. It was an awful call. The Bears' player had already leapt (On a side note, Blogger's spell check doesn't recognize "leapt" as a correctly spelled word. Weird) at the QB when he threw the ball, and yet it was called a late hit. This is absurd. Let QBs get hit for goodness sake. They wear pads. They are football players, right?
Anna fed Daisy some rib bones leftover from her father's lunch. Daisy devoured those suckers like they were nothing.
After the pancake breakfast, Anna's parents helped us repaint the vacant apartment. It took us roughly five hours of the four of us working to get the whole thing painted. I am so glad they offered to help. I would have spent forever doing that on my own.
After we finished painting, I took a quick shower, and then Anna and I drove up to Anderson to meet up with Anna's friend Angela and her boyfriend. We decided to get dinner at BW3s. I ate hot wings. Anna ate a wrap. My food was manly. Hers was girly. It's a good thing I'm the guy, huh? I had Asian Zing, Caribbean Jerk, and Spicy Garlic wings. Those are my three favorites. I think it's just a coincidence that those are all right next to each other on the BW3s scale of hotness. I've had hotter ones, and I was fine. I've had both the Hot and the Mango Habenero, which are way up the scale. I just really enjoy the flavor of those three in the middle. I do think though that they have the Asian Zing and the Spicy Garlic in the wrong order on their chart. They have the Zing charted as hotter, but I swear the Spicy Garlic is hotter.
After we finished eating, we all played euchre for a little bit. We were tied at four each when we looked at the time and realized we'd been there over two hours and that we needed to go. So we decided to stop the game at six. Though honestly, I think our cutting the game short may have had more to do with the table of guys that were smoking this awful cigars than the time. Angela and I prevailed in a closely contested battle that came down to the last card.
Howie and Chief don't seem to know what to think about Daisy.
The church that was interested in Anna's father as pastor took a vote on him today. He got 100% approval. This is a very small church, but that's still a rather unusual thing. I guess he and Anna's mother went there tonight to talk to the congregation and answer questions. Apparently several of the questions had to do with whether or not Anna and I would be around much. I think they want Anna to sing and lead music. We'll see.
We took Lucy's old crate and have given it to Daisy. She hasn't had any problems adapting to it. As far as I know, she's willingly sleeping in it as I write this.
I really should take a shower tonight and shave. I really don't want to do either of those things.
Dark blue.
Anna thinks Daisy is some sort of terrier mix.
I stole some tomatoes from the in-laws today. I'm looking forward to a good BLT.
I'm currently making use of the shiatsu massager I got from Anna's mother a couple years ago. My back is a little stiff and sore from painting. I'm an old man.
I'm sorry I haven't updated this thing in a couple days. Daisy, painting, and cooking have been occupying too much of my time.
Check back tomorrow for another installment in the amazing adventures of the Hoffs.
p.s. I forgot all about this in all the excitement of the last couple days. Fernie seems to have made a complete recovery. He went from being 99% dead and dried out on the floor to being just fine. Honest to goodness, when I picked him up off the floor, I was sure he was dead. I really can't explain why I even dropped him back into the tank. He was stiff. He was dry. He made no movement whatsoever. I should have just thrown him away. I guess I just wanted to do something with him until Anna woke up and could say goodbye, and I didn't want to just leave him on the floor until then. And voila, he is alive. Though roughly half of all of his fins have fallen off. I guess they dried up too much and died.