Saturday, August 6, 2011

(From "Random Reflections") Puppy Love

For nearly ten years, my family was the proud owner of a wonderful, hilarious, and tiny dog. She had a one-of-a-kind personality - a blend of stubbornness, love of sleep and scrambled eggs, and goofiness - and never failed to make us laugh. Daisy, our miniature dachshund, brought much joy to our life.

Daisy in July of 2009
Daisy used to spend about eighteen hours of the day asleep in my parents' bed, and during her waking moments (which, as I'm sure you can gather, were few and far between), she would reluctantly eat her hated dog food, curl up on a welcoming lap, or putz around the house in search of free crumbs. We tried our hardest to take her on walks, but once the leash was clipped onto her collar, she would plop down wherever she stood and use all the strength her little ten-pound body could muster to not move. After years of attempts to get her over stubborn resistance, we finally resorted to swaddling her in a blanket, placing her in a stroller, and walking her that way; the spoiled girl was perfectly satisfied with that! Another of Daisy's funny habits consisted of, upon someone entering the house, running to the door, picking up one of their shoes in her mouth, hurrying out to the family room, setting the shoe down somewhere, and just leaving it there. No chewing or anything of the sort was involved - just mere theft of shoes, only to leave them in an obvious place for whenever the person left the house.

As I'm sure you can tell, Daisy was an adorable, unique dog. But to us, she was not just a dog - she was part of our family. In the summer of 2009, though, Daisy began not acting like her normal perky self. She was much slower than usual, and didn't get as excited about things. We didn't know what was going on, but something was definitely wrong. We took her to the vet, and an eight-pound cancerous tumor was found in her stomach. She died four days later.

I was out of the house when Daisy passed, but was called on the phone shortly after it happened and informed. When I got home, I walked into my kitchen to find my puppy lying dead in a cardboard box, now her casket. I knelt down beside her, stroked her cold body, and sobbed. My mom and sister, as well as my best friend, accompanied my dad out into the backyard where he dug a hole and lowered our Daisy into the ground. She was buried with her favorite blanket and her two favorite toys. I don't know if I've ever cried harder than I did during this process.

For two years now, my family has missed Daisy, but recalled our memories of her fondly and laughingly. We've still had our adorable cat - who is another story (maybe I'll write a post about her sometime!) - who has kept us company and kept us laughing. But, now that is has been two years, we've decided that we are ready for another adoption. In October, we will welcome Ginny, a red miniature dachshund puppy, into our family.

Ginny is the little one on the left :)
Ginny is one from a litter of three that was born on August 1 (just a few days ago), and is being named Ginny after Ginny Weasley from Harry Potter :) She's from the same breeder that bred Daisy, and will be kept by the breeder until she is twelve weeks old. She will be able to come to our home at the end of October. We are completely thrilled and cannot wait to meet her!

Although I miss my Daisy puppy, and no one will ever replace her, I am so happy about adopting Ginny. When my parents told me the news, tears came to my eyes! I can't wait for October to come - but until then, I love my new puppy already :)

Happy dog-loving, and happy writing!
~Stephanie
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