Daisy was the best dog. I was lucky enough to get to raise her because she was too "gun shy" to be a hunting dog. Smart dog. Daisy was a Canine Good Citizen who, in her youth, loved bodysurfing in Florida oceans, swimming in rivers and lakes, romping in the woods, and taking dips in prohibited swimming pools (Sorry, Aunt Betty). She used to love to chase squirrels, birds at the beach, and cats (I recall the one time a cat failed to run; Daisy didn't know what to do!). To tire her out we used drive the car with Daisy running in front until she pooped out. She was the sweetest dog. She was rarely protective (in fact, she was in our car when someone stole all of our belongings from it--she was unable to give us a description of the perpetrator) but she once "treed" our favorite mail carrier, James Brown, on top of his mail truck. She experienced no jealousy when we brought home baby Moey. Up until her last days she tolerated Moey, now almost 4, playing doctor with her (taking her blood pressure and temperature, putting on band-aids, giving her hundreds of pretend injections, and rewarding her with stickers on her back where she couldn't remove them). Daisy followed our family to eight different homes, without any adjustment issues. Whenever we'd pack up to move, she'd just park herself in front of the moving truck so we wouldn't forget her. Of course we could never have forgotten her and never will. We loved her so much. Mindy, Carl, and Moey
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