Sunday, August 02, 2009
This is my parents' dog, Daisy.
She's getting on in years now. She was born about a week before Joel and I got married...her birthday is June 17, 1999, and we got married on June 26, 1999. She was a super hyper, happy puppy and adolescent dog. So much so, that I was totally worried about how she would behave around my brand new little baby Bria. I think Daisy was about a year and a half old when Bria was born.
For a time, I never let Daisy near her when I was at my parents' house. But one day, she escaped from whatever room she had been locked up in and came to check out the new human. She was totally gentle and protective of her, and I never worried about her being around my babies ever again.
She was a wonderful playmate as my kids got older, and loved nothing more than to run around with them in the yard or follow them around the house. I really wish I hadn't packed up all of my pictures from that time, so you could see, too.
(No, Daisy is not recently dead...I just realized this sounds somewhat like a eulogy.)
She's just always been such a great dog for my kids, even now as she's getting a little arthritic and old lady-ish, she really loves them. She doesn't have the energy to run around near as much as Sophie would like her to, but she does still follow them around the house. You know, to make sure all is well with her charges.
Last week while we were visiting, Chloe (who is my little mother hen child) decided that instead of a dolly or a stuffed animal, Daisy would be her baby. For an entire day, she made sure Daisy had her hair done, a toy or two to play with (you'll also notice she made sure Daisy was hugging her teddy bear at all times) and she even shared her favorite blankie with her. (I'm not so sure Daisy really liked it much, as it was also around 100 degrees outside that day.)
But the best part? To find Chloe reading Dr. Seuss to Daisy, and Daisy actually listening.
Now that is a good dog.