Daisy: 2/02--10/06

Picture of Daisy:  2/02--10/06, a female Beagle

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Home:Roanoke, VA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Daisy: 2/02--10/06

Daisy Girl, Fat Girl, Daisy Mae, Daisy-Head Maizy, Peanut Head

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

Her big brother Chase. Barking at the yellow lab down the street! Chasing Willa, her kitten, and pouncing AT Calvin. Jumping on Chase. Trotting round the house, showing off her chewbone. Eating snow. Rolling around in sun-warmed grass.

Big noisy trucks and children on wheeled vehicles--must bark. Another dog getting anything she thinks is hers. Cousin Ellie.

Favorite Toy:
Oh boy-- Mr. Giraffey!! God rest his soul. He's been replaced by Edna the Emu. She also has Socktopus, and her Kong, but nothing compares to her raggedy, squeaky giraffe.

Favorite Food:
Anything that hits the floor, especially if she beats another dog to it! She is quite fond of carrots and ice cubes.

Favorite Walk:
Her first hike was out to McAfee's Knob, but she just loves walking.

Best Tricks:
Running in circles 'round the yard, rear end tucked under for faster performance. Standing straight up on her back legs. Jumping three feet into the air from a sit.

Arrival Story:
The contract on my very first home could have had "dog to convey with house" written in-- she was horribly neglected, and the house was infested with fleas so badly that Daisy had about three hairs left on her body from scratching. Since the couple was getting a divorce, and I knew I wanted to get Chase a buddy, I offered to take her, and the sellers were agreeable. We've never looked back! She needed a lot of love and reassurance, but she's come a LONG way!

Daisy is the only dog I know who snores while awake. And then even more loudly when asleep.

Forums Motto:
Daisy Got Back

The Groups I'm In:
President Isabel's Animal Abuse Commission

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 9th 2005 More than 11 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Confessions of a Double Agent

So long, dear Daisy

October 14th 2006 8:02 pm
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I have always let Daisy write her own diary entries, but out of the blue, i had to have Daisy put down yesterday (10/13/06). It was very shocking and upsetting and totally unexpected. She apparently had herniated a disc in her spine sometime Thursday night (i know that NOW), although i had thought at first she might've eaten something inappropriate. She came to me late that night, and was shivering, and she shrieked and bit at me when i touched around her abdomen.

Friday morning Daisy was walking slowly still, with her back arched, but she went outside and she even ate a little. She was still shivering, though, and tense, even though she would at that point let me touch her. After a while i noticed that when she did waddle around, she seemed to be tipsy-- sort of listing to the left. I began to realize this was not a case of her guts, so i made a vet appt.

When we left the house, Daisy went down the front steps and never got her back legs under her again. She didn't cry, but she kept shivering. She tried to walk a little when we got to the vet's office, but all she could do is pull herself along with her front legs.

The vet said that none of this was a good sign, and did a couple tests for her reflexes, etc. He told me (and showed me pictures) of the disc rupturing and fluid entering the spinal column. The only real option would have been to send her to Virginia Tech for decompression surgery, which would have cost about $2000 and doesn't always work. But Dr D. felt certain Daisy had progressed past that point, and was paralyzed.

Apparently this is the sort of thing that happens fairly often to dachsunds, and other low-slung dogs, and is not that uncommon in beagles. It doesn't have to be related to any real trauma, either-- just like people. It can be as simple as turning the wrong way, or they jump down from something. But with dogs there is a very small window of opportunity in which to do anything effective, and most of the time people don't know what's going on until it's too late.

So we buried my fat girl this morning, out at Mom and Dad's house. Dad helped me dig the grave, and he and Miracle helped me cover it with stones. I took Chase with me so he could sniff Daisy and know what happened to her; he was looking around the house for her last night. I feel bad for Willa (the "kitten," who is 18 months old) because she lost her best playmate, and she doesn't know why.

I just wanted to let you all know.

"A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast." Proverbs 12:10


Guerilla Warfare

April 7th 2006 8:02 pm
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Well Mom brought out the banshee that she pushes across the floor today-- i hate that thing. I used to try and hide from it in my crate, which only sometimes worked: other times it followed me even there! Insidious creature; it does not respect boundaries and territory as a normal creature should.

I learned there was only one solution: attack and retreat. I lunge from hiding and bark in its noisy face. Now i've shown that screaming beast who's boss. It doesn't chase me anymore! No sirree. Attack and retreat. Attack and retreat.


I Just Gotta Be ME

March 30th 2006 11:46 am
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I really don't understand Mom. If there is a smell in my yard, i MUST sniff it until i have satisfactorily identified every one of the 23, 951 notes of said aroma. After all this time, i would have thought ANY human could have figured this out, let alone one so smart as my Mom. But no. She STILL expects me to go out, do my potty business right away, and come back. (She doesn't understand what walks are for, either).

Personally, i blame Chase. He has her trained to expect this. Dear old Chase, he would rather follow Mom around the house than check out the Wide Wonderful Out-of-Doors. Poor fellow, he's been worn down by The Man. Sometimes i can get him out of the back yard with me-- like yesterday morning, when i ran out in the street to protect our home from that infernal Dalmatian, Chase came along (not that he was a lot of help).

But then MOM came running out and yanked me up and took me back inside. Doesn't she understand that without me, we would be utterly defenseless??? And as a "thank you" she sticks me in the crate withOUT breakfast. Sheesh.

I am so unappreciated in my time.

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