As my youngest "child," I cannot believe that you are turning 3 this week. In honor of your birthday, I would like to write you a note expressing my true feelings for you. I know that it often seems that I can't stand you--and I know most of the other humans in our life accuse me of not loving you at all, or at least not loving you as much as Sampson. Well, Daisy, my apologies. I DO love you...a lot. But maybe those perceptions come from some of our more crazy adventures together. Like when you provoked one of the most humiliating days of my life by eating the bathroom trash. You had done this many times before, but you never took out an entire trash can in one sitting. So, I had to take you to the vet to induce vomiting of some very personal products. And then, after getting myself back together from that embarrassing trip, you ate Daddy's decongestant nose spray which required another vet trip less than a month later--thankfully when you ingested cough drops and my thyroid meds, you did not require medical attention. But I forgive you. I have just accepted that I am the laughing stock of our vet's office. It's fine. And I've forgiven you for digging, chewing up non-toy items, scratching our front door, scratching our family and friends in your excitement, busting humans' noses and lips from jumping in your excitement, nearly pulling my arm out of socket on multiple walks when you see an animal, excessive crotch-sniffing, barking at everything that moves within a 100 yard radius of our house, and for having to rush home from school after you killed one baby bunny and injured this one...(in your defense, those rabbits really should know by now to take their families elsewhere).
I've also come to accept that in order to play with Sampson or give him any amount of rubbing, I must lock you outside. Sampson seems to have forgiven you for never letting him have a toy of his own. I now accept that I cannot do sit-ups or push ups without the extra weight of your head or paw on my body. I am glad that we have finally found the right dose of calm down pill for our many trips so you no longer vomit in the car over, and over, and over again. I no longer mind that your hair fills up vacuum cleaners and weaves itself into my clothes...and food. Speaking of vacuums, I have come to the realization that you may never stop attacking them when I am trying to clean--and that you may always attack toys that move.
And, despite all of these issues, I am so glad you are part of our family. I know your entrance into this world was rough--with a sick mommy who literally lived to nurse you and your siblings before crossing the rainbow bridge herself. I'm not sure how you grew so big--we were expecting you to be so much smaller...but that's just more of you to love, right? However, you are not lap-dog size...but thankfully our friends are dog people, too, and accept your massiveness lovingly.
I want you to know that I appreciate the love that you show us all, no matter how socially awkward and strange it may be. It's nice that you come when called--or even when you hear your name spoken from another room. It is so amazing that you "crate up" with no hesitation and seem happy to do it. I appreciate that fact that you are protective of our house, even though your gentle-giant-self would be scared senseless if someone entered the house--particularly if it was a man since you seem to fear human males. I am thankful that you allow Sampson to use your butt as a pillow on a regular basis. I love the way you let K dress you up and never complain.
You are a good dog, Daisy Duke, no matter what I or anyone else says in the heat of irritation or any other time. You are a unique--one of a kind--furry member of our family. I'm sorry we can't provide you the hunting life you want so bad--I know you would be good at that, if you had the opportunity other than with the wildlife in our backyard. Your pointing stance is excellent...even when sitting.
|(Baby Daisy-late 2008/early2009ish)|