All Things Anne

Recently we acquired this new dog, which we named Daisy. Ben was absently watching out the computer room window towards the road, and he saw this car come up. Someone opened a door, kicked a dog out, and drove off. The poor dog looked lonely and forlorn, running around, confused. Mom had Ben go up to the end of the driveway and check the dog out. He got up there, and the dog adopted him right off the bat, whether he liked it or not.

He brought the dog back to the house. The girls fell in love with her right away, and wanted to name her Betsy. Mom and I kept saying, “We don’t know if we’re going to keep her, though!” but the girls didn’t care. Mom suggested the name Daisy, because in the Dukes of Hazzard there’s Daisy Duke…and our other dog is Duke. Kind of a joke.

Anyway. So Daisy she became. Dad was in Canada, but emailing Mom, so he knew about Daisy, but he was going to come home and see her before he made the decision of if we were going to keep her or not.

Daisy became acquainted with Duke fairly easily. I think it’s because she’s a girl dog and he’s a boy dog, so it’s not like she’s trying to take over his territory. They don’t sleep together, though…they each have their own blanket. I’m getting ahead of myself!

Dad came home…and, indeed, this morning said we’re going to keep her. She’s a springer spaniel, but not the cutest bud on the vine.

A funny story
Duke (our blue heeler) and my cat, Pilot (or Pi, for short), have always been at odds with each other and fought like…well, dog and cat. Once, not long after we moved, the front door was open. Pi was inside, Duke outside. Duke, who isn’t allowed in the house unless it’s under 20º, saw her in the house and forgot himself…ran in and chased her all around the house!

Last night, Daisy finally figured out how to get up on the deck (there’s no stairs), and was hanging out near the sliding door, watching us. Pi likes to sit near the sliding door, watching out. Ben was holding her there, to see what Daisy would do. Daisy acted like she wanted to play, and pawed at the window, and since I was in the computer room I couldn’t see what happened, but I heard her yelp (Daisy, not the cat). Evidently, Duke had considered the cat “his property”, to eat/chase/dislike as he wished, and was protecting his property from Daisy! We all had a good laugh over that one!

And now I shall make my exit. Toodles!