I adore my dog, Daisy.
My daughters and I adopted her from a shelter in 2009, and she’s kept us busy and entertained ever since. We’re not sure of her breed, though we suspect she’s probably an Australian Shepherd mix, given her coloring, her personality and her activity level — which is nothing short of intense.
The ever-energetic Miss Daisy is always eager to play and ready to go at the drop of a hat. Or ball. Or stick. I love that about her. But it can also prove challenging, especially when a middle-of-the-night bathroom break for me is interpreted as a middle-of-the-night play session for her. It reminds me of a phase each of my daughters went through when they were babes. They’d wake up for a feeding and, instead of nursing and then falling back asleep, they’d be wide awake and ready to explore the night world.
I’ve often said (and have heard others say) that having a dog is like having another child. Which may be a bit of an exaggeration. But some nights with Daisy wide awake, I find myself wishing I knew a sweet little lullabye — that works on dogs.
Some folks call their pets their fur-babies,
So I’m thinking they’re thankful — just maybe —
Secure in the knowledge
Their “kids” won’t need college,
Although there’s a chance they’ll get rabies.
Surviving Miss Daisy
The spunky, sweet dog I named Daisy
Is the opposite (polar) of lazy;
No matter how tired,
She’s always so wired
That Miss Daisy can drive me quite crazy.