Daisy has longed to catch something . . . ANYthing.
She's chased chipmunks, squirrels, bumblebees, rabbits large and small,
voles, mice . . . and birds. Not only does this dog not realize
she can't walk/run normally,
she hasn't yet learned that she can't FLY!
This morning, CairnDaddy walked into my office with a bird
dangling from his hand . . . "Look what Daisy just brought me!"
Yep . . . she'd either caught or found a bird,
and brought it right to CD's feet,
dropping it there like a well-trained retriever.
I had heard, an hour or so earlier, a THUMP and
assumed somebird had hit the one and only patio door not open,
but I hadn't gone outside yet to check.
This was probably the bird the 'mighty hunter' found and brought in.
She was SO PROUD of herself.
I'm just glad she didn't decide to EAT it!
Later the same day, right when we were leaving to bring Nikki to Boot Camp,
Daisy slipped out and RAN LIKE HELL.
Now, this dog was originally an owner-surrender,
and then she escaped that owner before CRUSA picked her up . . .
and the next thing we knew, she was in PetFinders
from the Kalamazoo, Michigan shelter.
I thought at the time, "This dog has only two legs, and she ESCAPED???"
I've since come to see and appreciate how fast she CAN run,
especially when she has on the duct-tape bootie
over her 'dragging foot', and when she is running over
driveway, grass, sidewalk, grass, driveway, grass, sidewalk, grass . . .
five yards in a flash, with CairnDaddy (who is having knee surgery in October)
and I (who is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY outta shape and wearing 1" high flipflops)
running after a dog with diapers and bouncing up and down
in that strange gait she has.
Did I mention that as Daisy runs, she becomes more and more DEAF??
Yep, this dog who supposedly knows COME and STAY (SIT is a moot point,
as that is all she CAN do when not running or lying down),
suddenly can't hear a thing . . . she is HOT ON THE TRAIL
of a bunny and nothing will deter her now.
Except a fence . . . she followed the trail to the fence,
stuck her nose under it and I grabbed her,
having taken off my flipflops and now running barefoot,
heart pounding, short of breath.
We slowly made our way back home, picking up my flipflops and purse
where I'd flung them on the sidewalk . . . put her back in the house,
and off we went to bring Nikki to his savior . . . we hope.
And how was YOUR Saturday?
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