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DAISY SCOTT
MAY 2011

Maureen Scott writes:
Welcome to our world, Daisy!
You have some very large paws to fill.

After 14-year-old Ms Pix
crossed the Bridge in February,
our house felt incomplete with only
two Airedales in residence.
Then came the message from Diane Turba:
Would we like another Airedale?
She had a puppy named Daisy . . . .

Alert Daisy . . . and . . .

. . . Not-So-Alert Daisy

We hadn't had a puppy in nearly 20 years,
aside from three we fostered last year.
This was a big decision, but then came the photos.
When all was said and done,
there really was no question of our answer.

So six-month-old JetAire's High Flying Daisy
recently flew all the way from Mississippi
to join the Littlest Lunatic & Uncle Maniac
here in the Pacific Northwest.

Daisy is a wee scrap of an Airedale puppy.
She's excessively cute & extremely gentle.
Very patient for a pup. Gives great kisses.
Has lots of smarts. Learns quickly.
And did I mention ever-so-cute?
We reckon about 18.5 on a "cuteness" scale of 1-10.

Go, Canucks!
(What're Canucks? And where are they going??)

Since Uncle Maniac appears to have become mostly my dog,
Daisy will be the Alpha Male's little girl.
She has already learned that evenings are
to be spent lounging on the couch with him,
watching playoff hockey matches.
So long as the local team is winning,
she appears happy, but perhaps she is
merely taking her cues from AM.

I promise not to play hardball with you, LL

Littlest Lunatic has taught Daisy that,
while playing is permitted, playing rough is not,
at least not with LL. A few well-placed shoulder
blocks & some grumbling made this perfectly clear.
These two tumble around the yard together now,
gently bumping & chasing.

Daisy & Uncle, however, have had
some sessions of very hard play.
She likes to grab his tail, chew on his ears
and attack his . . . um . . . plumbing.
Despite the fact that Uncle is a muscular 60 pounds,
tiny Daisy has no fear of him at all.

MY toys! ALL MINE!

We've discovered that Daisy loves to climb on backs,
especially those of humans who are trying to haul her food dish,
toys or blankets out of her crate.
Perhaps she thinks we are doing an odd sort of playbow?

Daisy keeps her teeth more or less to herself -
a very good feature in a puppy who might be
motivated otherwise to destroy the kitchen cupboards,
the carpets, the china cabinet & one's shoes.
Since she arrived here a couple of weeks ago,
she's learned to deal with our expectations,
which involve eating new foods, walking nicely on leash
and managing the steps to the back yard.

Once I figure out how to get to that yard,
IT'S MINE, TOO!

OFF is a word she has picked up very quickly.
She knows NO, but not well because we
do not need to use this command all that often.
LEAVE IT (with thanks to Diane for teaching this) &
DROP IT come into play frequently because Daisy,
it seems, loves to rip up the moss which is growing
prolifically in our yard, thanks to a soggy winter
and an even wetter spring. She is often spotted,
pouncing on a clump of moss, uprooting it and
tossing it about in the aire like a toy.
She commonly has moss shreds in her beard!

When she arrived,
Daisy played a marvelous
game of Keep-Away (just like LL when
she joined our family),
Daisy has a new command, tailor-made
just for this situation - GOOD COLLAR!
This allows us to lay a hand on her collar
and leash her up.
Since we refuse to chase her
Keep-Away has
mostly become a boring activity
and not worth the effort.

Daisy is a treasure. She's happy, happy, happy
and wagwagwags constantly. She's friendly, too.
She's learning that the grandchildren who come
to visit offer treats and are not inherently savage.
For their part, the boys think she is adorable.
She is often to be found lying on the
bed in the spaire room
with them while they watch television.
They are frequently joined by LL & Uncle.

We're so delighted to have Daisy here with us!
We are enormously grateful to
Diane & John Turba
of JetAire Kennels, who went
to considerable trouble &
inconvenience to arrange Daisy's
transportation all the way up here
to southern British Columbia.

The yawning abyss that Pixie left behind
is being filled exceptionally
well by this little Airedale . . . .
Diane & John knew precisely what we
needed at this time in our lives!

Some more treats for this poor puppy please . . . .

This is my runway walk . . . on the runway to your heart.

DAISY'S FIRST AIREDALE PARTY HERE

DAISY SCOTT MAY 2011
Maureen Scott writes: Welcome to our world, Daisy! You have some very large paws to fill.
	After 14-year-old Ms Pix crossed the Bridge in February, our house felt incomplete with only two Airedales in residence. Then came the message from Diane Turba: Would we like another Airedale? She had a puppy named Daisy . . . .
Alert Daisy . . . and . . . . . . Not-So-Alert Daisy We hadn't had a puppy in nearly 20 years, aside from three we fostered last year. This was a big decision, but then came the photos. When all was said and done, there really was no question of our answer. So six-month-old JetAire's High Flying Daisy recently flew all the way from Mississippi to join the Littlest Lunatic & Uncle Maniac here in the Pacific Northwest. Daisy is a wee scrap of an Airedale puppy. She's excessively cute & extremely gentle. Very patient for a pup. Gives great kisses. Has lots of smarts. Learns quickly. And did I mention ever-so-cute? We reckon about 18.5 on a "cuteness" scale of 1-10. Go, Canucks! (What're Canucks? And where are they going??) Since Uncle Maniac appears to have become mostly my dog, Daisy will be the Alpha Male's little girl. She has already learned that evenings are to be spent lounging on the couch with him, watching playoff hockey matches. So long as the local team is winning, she appears happy, but perhaps she is merely taking her cues from AM. I promise not to play hardball with you, LL Littlest Lunatic has taught Daisy that, while playing is permitted, playing rough is not, at least not with LL. A few well-placed shoulder blocks & some grumbling made this perfectly clear. These two tumble around the yard together now, gently bumping & chasing. Daisy & Uncle, however, have had some sessions of very hard play. She likes to grab his tail, chew on his ears and attack his . . . um . . . plumbing. Despite the fact that Uncle is a muscular 60 pounds, tiny Daisy has no fear of him at all. *MY toys! ALL MINE!* We've discovered that Daisy loves to climb on backs, especially those of humans who are trying to haul her food dish, toys or blankets out of her crate. Perhaps she thinks we are doing an odd sort of playbow?
Daisy keeps her teeth more or less to herself - a very good feature in a puppy who might be motivated otherwise to destroy the kitchen cupboards, the carpets, the china cabinet & one's shoes. Since she arrived here a couple of weeks ago, she's learned to deal with our expectations, which involve eating new foods, walking nicely on leash and managing the steps to the back yard.	Once I figure out how to get to that yard, IT'S MINE, TOO!
OFF is a word she has picked up very quickly. She knows NO, but not well because we do not need to use this command all that often. LEAVE IT (with thanks to Diane for teaching this) & DROP IT come into play frequently because Daisy, it seems, loves to rip up the moss which is growing prolifically in our yard, thanks to a soggy winter and an even wetter spring. She is often spotted, pouncing on a clump of moss, uprooting it and tossing it about in the aire like a toy. She commonly has moss shreds in her beard!
	When she arrived, Daisy played a marvelous game of Keep-Away (just like LL when she joined our family), Daisy has a new command, tailor-made just for this situation - GOOD COLLAR! This allows us to lay a hand on her collar and leash her up. Since we refuse to chase her Keep-Away has mostly become a boring activity and not worth the effort.
Daisy is a treasure. She's happy, happy, happy and wagwagwags constantly. She's friendly, too. She's learning that the grandchildren who come to visit offer treats and are not inherently savage. For their part, the boys think she is adorable. She is often to be found lying on the bed in the spaire room with them while they watch television. They are frequently joined by LL & Uncle.
	We're so delighted to have Daisy here with us! We are enormously grateful to Diane & John Turba of JetAire Kennels, who went to considerable trouble & inconvenience to arrange Daisy's transportation all the way up here to southern British Columbia.
The yawning abyss that Pixie left behind is being filled exceptionally well by this little Airedale . . . . Diane & John knew precisely what we needed at this time in our lives!	Some more treats for this poor puppy please . . . .
This is my runway walk . . . on the runway to your heart.