Wilted Daisy

Yesterday afternoon, I picked Daisy up from the vet after her womanly surgery. She looked soooo sad. Our little ball of energy moped out of the recovery room, gently and consciously taking one step at a time until she made it to me. She may have been happy to see me, but it definitely did not show in her face.

After parading through the guantlet that is the vet waiting room, not even cognizant of the other beasts seeking her attention, she trudged to the truck, careful with every step along the way. I put her in the front passenger seat so I could keep an eye on her, but it wasn't long before she tried to find a way to climb in my lap. She was confused, groogy and probably had to relieve herself, so the ride home was a restless one for her.

Last night our goal was to keep Shadow away from her. Out of compassion and habit, Shadow did sneak in a good ear licking. Daisy did n't seem to mind.

This morning our poor wilting Daisy was still moving very slowly.

Daisy gets deflowered

A few months ago, the boys brought home two stray dogs. Right after I got home that afternoon, both dogs mysteriously escaped. (Hmmm, I wonder how that happened.)

Fortunately (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) the boys were able to recapture one of the dogs. A few hours later her name became Daisy.

I went to the city animal control people to report the dog as found, Sue and the boys searched the neighborhoods for lost dog signs, and after 30 days sojourning with us, Daisy legally became our property.

So we got all her shots updated, had her examined by a veterinarian, and now she is a member of our family, and a favorite wrestling partner of our cripple dog, Shadow.

Today Daisy went to get spayed. I'll pick her up this afternoon, and I can't wait experience our life as we try to keep Daisy calm as the other dogs try to resume their ongoing wrestling match.

In the spirit of Bob Barker I have to include this parting thought,

"Help control the pet population. Have your pets spay or neutered."