Submitted by Jim and Ruth McDonald
It didn’t take her long to fit right in! When five grandkids came over, she couldn’t make up her mind which one she liked best, so she herds them into one loving pile and enjoys them all at once. She runs up and down the sled hill, wondering why the kids are screaming, she begins barking, and soon realizes they are having fun! In the summer, she runs full throttle with the four-wheeler, as mom exercises her … as if she needs it. Yet, she has her calm time on the couch, bed, or anywhere else her people may be.
Daisy is becoming an adult dog rather quickly, but still shows her ‘puppy’ side when we least expect it. That little cocked head as we talk to her. That quick jump onto the bed so she can be closer. The cold wet, nose nudge that comes moments before the alarm clock. Her head and shoulders bent down between the rungs of the gate, wondering why she can’t go to the grocery store too? Yes, our wee daisy is filling our life with more joy then we could ever give back. She has ‘dug in’ to our lives. We are all family.
I would like to thank her for just about … no, for saving my life. Late last summer here in Missouri, it was miserably hot! Jim and I got home from church, Jim went inside and I changed clothes to ride the four wheeler a bit. Daisy and Kelly, as usual, ran alongside me once around the nearly six acres. I knew it was warming, so I went to the garage to get the long clippers to trim a few low branches, so Jim could mow with tractor without head dodging. I stopped and started the vehicle several times to trim, as the dogs lay in the shade each time, waiting for me to continue. Daisy stayed very near, as I had to command her to move out of my way a few times. I was working on a sticker bush on the far side of the yard. I could see Jim coming my way, so I paused. My legs felt weak, and a tiredness came over me. Jim took the cutters, said it was 3:30! He wanted me to take the four-wheeler and go inside. I drove around the garage, parked, and headed for the walk out basement door. I nearly passed out trying to go inside, due to the temperature change. I saw the dog water and began splashing it onto my face, then took my t-shirt and soaked it, squeezed the water onto my head. I was in the shade of our deck where no one could see me. I went to the corner of the garage and did what I thought would be a loud holler for Jim. It wasn’t much more than a whisper! I was in trouble, and had to find a way to get Jim to help me. Lassie go Home, I thought! No, crazy idea. Try anyway! Daisy. Daisy. She was right there eager bouncing left then right. Go get Jim! Waved my arm in the gesture to the gate then circled my arm toward Jim. The same gesture I give here when we come home, telling her to go to the back door. I did this about four times, each time she ran closer to the gate. The last time, I included Kelly’s name. Daisy took off barking, running circles around Jim, until he followed her to me. Jim aided me and Daisy stayed sooo close, until I was able to come into the house. Yes, collies are smarter than we think! Daisy, saved my life. I MAY have been okay without her, but you will never convince me. A true Rescue Collie!
She loves to catch toys, unlike her sister Kelly. Kelly looks at you, wondering why she got hit in the head with the tennis ball. Daisy cheerfully grabs the ball and it’s game on. Again, or should I say … still! She keeps us young, with her free spirit behavior. Daisies, Do Tell!