We got a dog!

After years of begging, the time was right. We did it. We found ourselves a lovely dog. Isabel wanted a teeny, tiny dog or a Great Dane. I needed a dog that I wouldn't be allergic to and hopefully not shed. My mother needed a dog that could be her walking companion every day. Enter Daisy. A bundle of squirming energy that we met at a pet rescue. She was about a year or a year and a half old and was labelled an Irish Wolfhound/Terrier mix. She had been cooped up in a kennel for about 6 months.

We looked at other dogs, but my mother started having dreams about Daisy. So, we got Daisy. She was about 45 pounds, sweet as could be, timid and we had no clue if she was even house-trained. But within a few days, it became clear that our little Daisy was quite smart, well-trained...and not too timid at all. In fact, my mother couldn't walk her, my daughter was afraid of her exuberence...and she shed hair all over the place.

By the end of the weekend, we knew she was ours. Daisy was a hungry little dog. In the past few months, she's put on muscle mass and about 20 pounds. She's possibly a labradoodle, but more lab than poodle. She's got a mind of her own, my mom still can't walk her, and Daisy's method of communicating is to jump all over us until we understand what she is trying to tell us. I love that dog like crazy. Last night, I watched my child, little Isabel, laughing and playing with Daisy, hiding under her comforter and trying to get the dog to lie down ON her. (My child is a bit like Daisy, too...) Peals of laughter, shrill dog barks, lots of licks and giggles. Yup. We got a dog.