*I hope I blog better about our son than I do about our pretty dog*
Our poor Daisy puts up with so much from us. On road trips (like we did this summer), we try to make enough room for her to lay down on her bed, but it’s a car, nobody is comfortable.
We often use her as a pillow, or put things on her, when ever or where ever she is. She is often just laying around somewhere in the house. Her favorite spots are the couch, our bed, and by the front door.
And my favorite face of Daisy’s is when she’s in trouble. If we come home and she’s gotten into something (ie: the trash or food that may have been on the counter) she knows she’s in trouble, and sometimes won’t come out of the bedroom to greet us (like she usually does). She shyly comes out crawling with her head so low, her ears pulled as far back as they can and her eyes squinting. She’ll sometimes hide behind me, going as slow as she can.
She is such a funny girl and has been such a great addition to our family. She is now 4 1/2 years old and we got her 4 years ago, just before we got married. She knows how to comfort me in my mood swings and is more patient than anything I know. She listens when she wants to, is so much fun to be around.
We’re not at all worried about Daisy and our baby, we know she’ll accept him right into the pack and I can just picture her laying next to his crib protecting him as he sleeps.
Thanks Daisy for being the perfect dog for our family; we look forward to many more years to come.