Daisey

 This is our Old English Sheepdog/lapdog named Daisey. Known aliases are Doodle, Doodle Bop, Nubzilla or Doodle Bop Nubzilla with no seperation. Today after 15+ years as a member of our family, we bid her farewall.

She was an awesome dog. She shares the top spot on my list of dogs I have traveled this life with sitting side by side Kida. Much like they did for a period in life. I have found myself reflecting as of late about this sweet girl and today has only amplified that reflection. I am going to share some things. Gather round for story time.

Daisey joined us from a couple hours away. Julie and I went to check out the puppies. From memory the drive was a bit longer than I was told it would be. Julie had always wanted a Old English Sheepdog. As we were checking out the puppies Julie had it narrowed down to two and asked me what I thought. The first puppy I held was so gentle and relaxed. The look in her eyes was so genuine. Her body relaxed, trusting me as I was holding her. The other puppy while sweet, did not come across as peaceful as the first but did have one brown eye and one blue. It seemed to be copying the first puppies actions but not being as relaxed while doing so. To me the answer was clear, the first puppy was the choice for us. It was the choice we made and Daisey May Hedglin offically joined our family.

When she entered our lives our kids were small. As Daisey grew and her herding instincts began to kick in, it was not uncommon for her to hipcheck the kids, stopping them from say going into the kitchen and instead making them go into the living room. Some of these hipchecks were known to send a kid to the ground. Shaina, Julie and I were not immune from these hipchecks. There was never any harm intended. It was the nature of the beast.

In her youth and prime Daisey had a ferocious bark. There were two volume settings; Loud & Very Loud. It would not be uncommon for us (mostly me I admit) to get both the dogs going where they would essentially take turns barking back and forth. So loud and will be so missed. We would often joke it would take a brave soul to break into our home if Daisey was barking. As age began to settle in, her volume decreased but if you listened, you could still hear that tone. The tone of "Get away from my sheep!"...

...or "Get away from my Mom!" I would often take a cetain pose and approach Julie. Julie would say "Help, Daisey!" and you know, that loyal beast would come to her rescure every single time. Daisey would come to my aid if Julie was "threatening" me but not in the same way. Daisey loved Julie in one of the most loyal ways I have ever seen a dog love someone. I know the same could be said of how Julie feels about Daisey.

I could go on and on but that's all I got in me right now. I think I've painted a clear enough picture of what Daisey meant to us. All of us. She was one of us. I will forever miss her. She is the best. I am happy she was surrounded by so much love, when she needed it the most today.

I love you Daisey.