It was our anniversary this weekend. We have “survived” six years ;-) Despite our most stupid mistake!!! Remember?
We don’t usually big gifts, but Joel gave me flowers and dinner at Cafe Bella.
But what can I give Joel? How about a blog post dedicated to his beloved Daisy. Now why should this be a gift to him? He’s been asking me since I started blogging to post about his dog. He has threatened to guest blog, just so he came talk about Daisy. He even rallied some designers at quilt market to help pressure me about blogging about Daisy. I never thought my readers would be that interested in our hunting dog. He thinks quilters love dogs. Anne has a fabric line named after her dog. Carrie named her pattern company after her dog. What does Daisy get? Nothing. Not even a quilt pattern. I argued that those are cutesy dogs, not a hunting dog. But over the last year, I’m starting to think that Daisy’s personality makes up for her lack of what is traditionally considered a cute dog.
So here goes –
Meet Daisy. Here she is as a puppy –
What you don’t see in this pictures is that even few seconds she would jump up, playfully dart back and forth, then throw herself back onto the ground in this pose.
Here she is a little more grown up.
She’s laying outside our kitchen door, begging to come in the house. She still hasn’t accepted the fact that she isn’t a house dog. She wants to be with people all the time, which isn’t typical to her breed. She’s a German Short-hair and they are typically know for being super hyper, high strung, and not into socializing. Daisy isn’t like that. In fact, her nickname is “The Love Machine”. The pictures below should prove that!
She adores her master Joey. I think she wishes she were a lap dog so she could climb into Joel’s lap and live there. Even though she doesn’t fit, she still tries to do her best impersonation of a lap dog. She also does other impersonations.
Here she is impersonating a dead horse:
and a proper English dog (she always sits with her legs crossed)
a pro doggie wrestler
and Gene Simmons
She may seriously need to look at getting a jowl lift by the time she’s four.
Here she is impersonating me. Joel had been gone fishing for four days and had just come home. I should be the one welcoming him home with a hug. Diasy beat me to it. In fact, she spent the four days he was gone at the end of the driveway waiting for him.
Here she is gazing adoringly at Joel. Again, this is supposed to be my job. I think she does it better though, so I’ll just leave that job to her.
So why are these two so bonded? Joel might say it’s her exceptional breeding. He spent time researching a dog that was bred to be a good hunter and to be personable. He might also say it’s all the hours together in the field. This is where Daisy turns from the Love Machine, into the Machine. Is that why her bird doesn’t have a head? I would say “Bad Daisy”. Joel would praise her and reward her with letting her sleep in his bed.
(By the way, after Joel read this post, he wanted me to edit this and say that Diasy does not bite their heads off. I guess the head is just hiding in the shadows)
One last picture – of Daisy hunting my Nikon.
All things considered, she’s a pretty good dog. I’m happy for Joel that he has a dog that he’s so happy with. I’m also happy that in a world of six billion souls, we found each other. Happy Anniversary Baby!
(PS – I’m sure Joel would welcome any nice comments about his beloved. And I don’t mean me).