When we decided to get a dog 14 years ago, I knew I was going to get one from a local shelter. I had no idea what kind of dog I wanted, just something on the smaller side, maybe a little poofy, you know, typical mutt. Little did I know, I would find the baby, that would become, my faithful and loyal companion for the next 14 years. Her name was Daisy and she was the best dog anyone could ever ask for.
I had called the Wyandot County Humane Society before we went over, just to see what kind of smaller dogs they had available. They told me then that they had a Boston Terrier mix, but when we got there I didn’t see it so I figured she must have been adopted. I’m glad that my husband reminded me to ask about her though, because come to find out she had been in an area they were painting and had been moved to another building. She sure wasn’t much to look at when they brought her to me, to be honest, she was pretty scrawny and more than a little stinky, but from the moment they placed her in my arms and she licked my face…she owned me. Ironically enough, the very last thing she did was lick my hand, so we ended the same way we started.
I know a lot of people say their dog is part of their family, Daisy truly was, anywhere she was allowed to go, she went, camping trips, lake, Amish country, she went everywhere with us. She loved to go on rides, sitting on my lap with her head out the window. Pretty much anywhere I was, you could bet she wasn’t far behind.
The thing I will probably miss the very most, would be taking her out for walks, people loved her smiley little face and she always looked her happiest when we were out walking. I once had a man offer to buy her from me, I kindly declined. Little did he know, there was no amount of money on this earth that could have bought that girl from me, after all…she is my favorite
If any of you are looking for a dog, I urge you to please check the shelters first. You know what they say about, one man’s trash being another man’s treasure. Daisy was my treasure.