Daily Free Write

Enfold and

bless for awhile

Love this photo. It makes me think of the beagle we had when I was growing up. Her name was Daisy. Actually, her full name was Tarheels Daisy Bell, using her mother and father's names at the beginning and end, sort of like they do with horses. We chose Daisy for her actual name because she had a brown spot on the side of her nose that looked like a flower. She was a pure-breed with papers. She had two litters. The first litter was sired by another purebred beagle. The second litter was with her - ahem - boyfriend down the street, a large golden retriever named Dandy. Their puppies were very cute - big and goofy with beagle coloring. Our neighbor, Dandy's owner, kept insisting her dog would not be so wayward as to father Daisy's puppies (out of wedlock!). Even she had to accept the obvious after the puppies were born.

There's a family story about how my little sister, about 2 years old at the time, was over in a neighbor's yard playing in a sandbox and started crying (probably lost a toy or something). We lived in a rural area, no fences. Suddenly Daisy appeared from behind one of the hills, bounded up to my sister, sniffed her all over, verified that she was fine, and bounded off. Just checking. I can almost hear her still, baying off in the distance as she moved on to other tasks. Such a sound.

When my parents divorced, Daisy stayed with my dad and brother in the house out in the country so she would still have room to run. What she really wanted was her family back together. She didn't understand why her family disintegrated. All she knew was that we weren't all at the house anymore. It breaks my heart to think of what she went through, trying to figure out what was going on. Poor Daisy. She was such a good dog.

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