Daisy June 25th, 1994 - July 11th, 2011
Today our beloved Daisy was put to rest at the ripe and stubborn old age of 17. Three quarters Keeshond, one quarter Border Collie, she lived well past her expected age range and brought a lot of laughter, mess, noise, frustration and love to our lives.
This is the day I first met Daisy, our brand new puppy. I was 8 and fell in love instantly. Little did I anticipate the future years of vaguely hearing early morning commands of "Daisy... go get Kristi!" followed promptly by panting puppy paws that launched themselves onto my head to sniff out an ear and wake me up. Pic to come of this once I get one from Mom.
She used to be so little! Keeping a watch on our property from a young age. She also was quite the escape artist. 4 weeks after we got her she cleared the fence and Mama had to get her from the pound. Shameless pup led us on many trips around the neighborhood looking for her.
This is border patrol roger. Yep, spotted an intruder. Engaging in 3.... 2.... 1....
For awhile Daisy and Mama were inseparable. Daisy's favorite color was magenta/pink. There was once when we had just moved to the farm when Daisy escaped into this very Tracker. Mama had taken her back to the old house to clean it up and left Daisy in the back yard. Daisy had had enough of that small yard so she decided it was time to go back to the farm. Cleared the fence, went around the front and leapt in through an open window. Mama finally found her sitting patiently in the front seat. Ready to go back to the farm now Mom.
Princess proved to be a great mentor to future adoptions and rescues. She also took to farm life right away. So much to bark at, so much fence to patrol and so many weird things to chase (from remote controlled cars to birds to snapping turtles and hallucinogenic toads). She kept her pack in tight shipshape running order. All the others had to pay their respects and kiss up to her to keep her happy. Living on the farm with the pack wasn't enough to quench her escape tendencies however. Instead she just paired up with them to go running amok around the neighborhood. Once her and Jager got out and found a guinea hen farm and did insane amounts of damage. Daisy herself took out one of the hens. While the hens weren't pets they were raised by the farm folk there and Daisy of course showed no regret. They called Mom once they caught one of the two villains to read the tag on their collars. Mom had to balance her relief and trying to appease a rather irate hen owner.
It's hard to keep that slim figure that a Princess just has to have. It was always important to Daisy that she eat healthily.... as often as possible. She also kept trim by herding around any visitors that came to visit. But only herding them from a distance. The obvious struggle between her herding breed and her phobia of people was often pretty entertaining and was especially apparent with small children. She'd circle and circle and try to guide them back to the adults but as soon as they reached for her (fluffy!) she'd run away.
You said family photo shoot, what do you mean I'm not supposed to be in every picture? Well here's what I have to say to that! MLEH.
As she got older Daisy got more and more ridiculous with her barking. She would gladly stand there (there being inside or outside or on the front step or in the driveway etc), glance around for a few moments then give a simple "woof", pause again, look around (obviously not actually barking at anything) then woof again.
Nothing made this fluffy dog happier than a big bunch of snow to play in.
She maintained her border patrols with her pack even into her old and senile age. It might have taken her longer but darnit she was going to patrol that fenceline.
Daisy. Princess. Senior Communications Officer. Buffy Flutt. Madame Barksalot. I'm certain that now she is young and spry again, running around in light fluffy snow, barking her head off at everything and loving it. We miss you.
This is the day I first met Daisy, our brand new puppy. I was 8 and fell in love instantly. Little did I anticipate the future years of vaguely hearing early morning commands of "Daisy... go get Kristi!" followed promptly by panting puppy paws that launched themselves onto my head to sniff out an ear and wake me up. Pic to come of this once I get one from Mom.
She used to be so little! Keeping a watch on our property from a young age. She also was quite the escape artist. 4 weeks after we got her she cleared the fence and Mama had to get her from the pound. Shameless pup led us on many trips around the neighborhood looking for her.
This is border patrol roger. Yep, spotted an intruder. Engaging in 3.... 2.... 1....
For awhile Daisy and Mama were inseparable. Daisy's favorite color was magenta/pink. There was once when we had just moved to the farm when Daisy escaped into this very Tracker. Mama had taken her back to the old house to clean it up and left Daisy in the back yard. Daisy had had enough of that small yard so she decided it was time to go back to the farm. Cleared the fence, went around the front and leapt in through an open window. Mama finally found her sitting patiently in the front seat. Ready to go back to the farm now Mom.
Princess proved to be a great mentor to future adoptions and rescues. She also took to farm life right away. So much to bark at, so much fence to patrol and so many weird things to chase (from remote controlled cars to birds to snapping turtles and hallucinogenic toads). She kept her pack in tight shipshape running order. All the others had to pay their respects and kiss up to her to keep her happy. Living on the farm with the pack wasn't enough to quench her escape tendencies however. Instead she just paired up with them to go running amok around the neighborhood. Once her and Jager got out and found a guinea hen farm and did insane amounts of damage. Daisy herself took out one of the hens. While the hens weren't pets they were raised by the farm folk there and Daisy of course showed no regret. They called Mom once they caught one of the two villains to read the tag on their collars. Mom had to balance her relief and trying to appease a rather irate hen owner.
It's hard to keep that slim figure that a Princess just has to have. It was always important to Daisy that she eat healthily.... as often as possible. She also kept trim by herding around any visitors that came to visit. But only herding them from a distance. The obvious struggle between her herding breed and her phobia of people was often pretty entertaining and was especially apparent with small children. She'd circle and circle and try to guide them back to the adults but as soon as they reached for her (fluffy!) she'd run away.
You said family photo shoot, what do you mean I'm not supposed to be in every picture? Well here's what I have to say to that! MLEH.
As she got older Daisy got more and more ridiculous with her barking. She would gladly stand there (there being inside or outside or on the front step or in the driveway etc), glance around for a few moments then give a simple "woof", pause again, look around (obviously not actually barking at anything) then woof again.
Nothing made this fluffy dog happier than a big bunch of snow to play in.
She maintained her border patrols with her pack even into her old and senile age. It might have taken her longer but darnit she was going to patrol that fenceline.
Daisy. Princess. Senior Communications Officer. Buffy Flutt. Madame Barksalot. I'm certain that now she is young and spry again, running around in light fluffy snow, barking her head off at everything and loving it. We miss you.