Fearless and Fun Daisy Mae

I still have catching up to do but I wanted to post something recent and close to my heart. Our sweet Boston Terrier, Daisy Mae passed away the end of January. 

This post is a tribute to Daisy Mae.
January, 2003 ~ January 2016
Rest in peace Miss Daisy Mae.

Daisy Mae was originally my Mom's dog. We adopted her about 5-1/2 years ago. She was quite a wild woman when she first arrived at our house, and definitely a country gal! At Mom's, she had a doggy door that allowed her to roam the vast countryside all day long. As a result, she was one tough cookie!

Daisy was always on high alert, 

searching for varmints at every turn. 

She looked in holes.

And wooden structures.

Even in the snow.

The air.

And through fences.

Just to name a few.

When she came to live with us, 

she had to learn to live with our

other gal pals, Sally & Mitzi Mae.

In the beginning, when she wasn't fussing with

one of them, she was fussing with the other 

or maybe they were fussing with her.

It was not long before the 

three girls were BFFs though.

They even kept watch over 

the neighborhood together.

All three girls loved to chase rabbits. One time, when Daisy was running after a rabbit, it escaped under the wooden privacy fence. Running at full speed, she tried to stop as she approached the fence. She skidded and her head hit the bottom edge of the fence and the ground. Upon impact, her back legs flew up over her butt and the entire back of her body hit the fence. It was like something out of a cartoon. While it was funny, it was alarming at the same time. Nevertheless, it didn't seem to phase her one bit. She jumped up and continued about her day!

In the evenings, I would take the dogs out back on a leash to do their business. Mainly because I didn't want them running off into the dark while chasing something. (We have a large, fenced yard with trees in the back part. There's no telling what critters they could run into up there!) 

Before opening the door each night, Predator Daisy would peer through the glass with the hopes that something was worth attacking!   

Her motto was:  

ATTACK FIRST, 

ASK QUESTIONS LATER!

Practically pulling me out the door, she'd quickly lunge at a dark spot on the patio and fiercely snatch it up in her mouth. In a half second, she'd tell herself "Oh, it's a leaf! Drop it!"  Then, with the same speed, she'd immediately charge at another dark spot on the ground grab it up, "Oh, it's a stone! Drop it!" She was a hoot! 

Daisy successfully attacked a few frogs on the patio. It only took her one chomp to quickly drop them though. Frogs release some sort of a poison which resulted in her mouth foaming up and then swelling up. You'd think she'd learn but no! I tried to keep her from the frogs but I didn't always see them. Fortunately, we only had frogs for a couple of years. 

Little by little, she mellowed out of being so frisky. Even so, she never passed up the opportunity to chase rabbits, frogs or any other critters. 

She was ALWAYS a sweetie pie!

We ignored her burning desire to drive the RV.

So she enjoyed looking out the windows instead.

This was a few hours before she passed.

Daisy in the sunny spotlight.

Sally and Mitzi Mae passed away before she did. 

Oh, what I wouldn't give 
to have those days back.
  
Life with the three of them was a blast! 

BUT life goes on.

This loving little guy is named Chewy.
He came to live with us in June 2014.

He's about 10 years old and adorable!

Chewy gets all of our love and attention now!
If we decide he needs a friend in the future, 
he'll have to share though.

 Sending Smiles,
D~~~~