Oh my word– has it been that long? Yes, it has. And you know who my little time marker is?
Yep. November 12, 2006 Daisy came home. All 3.5 pounds of her at the ripe old age of six weeks.
She was the absolute most perfect dog ever invented on the planet.
Until I had to begin leaving her at home for long stretches of time and she developed some low-grade anxiety. Today, her only annoying (okay sometimes it makes me Keee-RAY-zee) behavior is that she barks (and barks and barks and barks barks barks. She is MUCH with the barking!)
Barks. FOR. NO. REASON.
We will be at the park. Everything is fine until I start to talk with someone– and then? OMG. I guess it must be akin to a kid with colic– there is nothing to be done. Nothing will stop the barking.
But hey— other than that? A most amazing companion.
If I tell her, hey I want to be up by 5:30 — hand to god, 5:30 rolls around and there she is ever so gently licking my hand or putting her nose on my leg and breathing with a bit more intention than usual.
Is there a better way to wake up? Perhaps— the world is vast. But this morning, it was heaven. She got us out the door by 6am—- big pink sunrise sky. Long, fat walk along the river — no rush, had the city to ourselves.
And then, I remembered. Her birthday! Was Tuesday—- oh well.
Good thing she had some sweet potato and steak in her dry food this morning.
*A little late, sure . . but then, you have dog breath. I’m thinking we’re even.