My Dog Daisy

I don't know if I've ever talked about the best dog that ever existed before. For anyone that doesn't know me, that would be Daisy. Daisy was my basset hound, and quite possibly the most perfect dog, ever. I met Daisy before I met my husband. She was a little tri-colored piece of hound dog the first time that I met her. I had decided that I wanted a dog, and my Dad and I
went out to see her one chilly morning. I had decided to get a basset hound and had spent a few weeks looking for the right one. When I met Daisy, she was alone in the garage sitting in a milk crate. She had parked her feet on the top of the crate and was looking at me as if to ask what had taken me so long. I picked her up and that was the end of that. There was no haggling over the price, I counted out the money and put my new baby in the truck. We stopped along the way to pick up some puppy food and a new bowl. I hated leaving her in the truck. She wasn't crazy about it either, but I got back in record time and took my new best friend home. Daisy quickly ingratiated herself with everyone that I knew. One morning when I had let her out to go "potty" as I always called it for her, she began crying in a loud howling voice. When I ran outside to see what was wrong with her, she was pinned to the spot because she was standing on her own ear, and couldn't move. When I picked her up- I rescued her and she was my adoring companion from that moment on. She howled if you sang a certain song, and every time she started howling, I smiled. She also had an excellent nose- it broke my Dad's heart when I wouldn't let him teach her how to hunt. You couldn't hide candy from her, she could sniff out a candy bar or a bowl of chips like a champion. My Mother called Daisy her Granddog, and actually made food for her sometimes. When we went to visit, My Mother often had pig ears for Daisy, and it wasn't uncommon to see her stretched out with my step Dad, the two of them taking a nap. I would have loved Daisy forever just for those reasons, but when she was about a year old, Daisy proved to have skills that would save my life. I had a history of seizures- a by product of an operation that went horribly wrong. Daisy could tell when I was about to have a seizure, and she wouldn't leave my side. How cool is that? My Neurologist didn't know if she could smell them or how she did it, but if Daisy became overly concerned with what I was doing and started constantly poking me with her nose, I knew to sit down and be ready. It also gave my Dad and other loved ones a heads up. Daisy never met a stranger, it was not uncommon for someone to ask how she was if we hadn't seen each other in a while. When she died, I lost a member of my family. Daisy was the best dang dog I ever had in my whole life, and I miss her every day.