Let's Make A List Of Things We Like To Remember, Happy or funny, good memories! Options

[Daisy's Mommy]

With the New Year upon us, I thought it might be nice to look back and think of happy or funny memories about our beloved furbabies. Although I think about the end of Daisy's life a lot, I try to remember that her life was about much more than its end.

Here are some of my memories.


Daisy was a 6 pound Yorkie, who had no conception of her size. Whenever I got a delivery, she would bark fiercely and even try to go for the delivery guy's ankles. Fortunately, everyone though it was cute since she was so small.

If I was sad, I could never really cry, because Daisy would come running with great concern. She would lick my face until I stopped. SHe often would not come if I called, so if I really needed her, I could always pretend like I was crying for a second. She would come, cheer me up, and then I could do whatever it was I needed to do, such as brush her fur.

When she was a puppy, Daisy was so fast, that she seemed like a blur as she chased an egg shaped ball around the room.

Sometimes when I came home I would lay down and let Daisy greet me for as long as she wanted. She would jump and wag and lick, stop and then start again for what seemed like hours. (Most of the time, our greetings had to be abbreviated, although they were still nice, but I loved the long ones)

Daisy sniffed my guinea pigs and wagged her tail in a friendly manner.


Please add any memories that you would like to share.

Daisy's Mommy

[boatlady13]

Daisy's Mom, Wonderful Idea and I will participate. I had a little 5-6 pound yorkie too and she was just like you decribed your Daisy. Miss Ellie she was pretty good about coming when I called her although she would come to no one else not even her new dad.

I guess I would have to say my favorite thing to remember about Miss Ellie were the afternoons we spent out on the water together during the summers. I would either paddle boat us or kayak us depending on the time to our destination across to the south side of the lake. I quit using the motor boat when gas went up to $3.00 a gallon and bought a kayak. We frequently would have picnic lunches under the oaks that line the shores of Lake Bridgeport. Ellie loved to bark and play in the waves acting the fool and getting noseful's of water. No matter to her, she would bite at each wave as it came in.

In the evenings at sunset we would cruise the south shore near the house in my kayak and frequently a beaver would be out in the cove. She would bark at the beaver as he would parallel our boat. I swear that Beaver was eyeballing her for dinner. The beaver would look us both straight in the eyes and slap his tail in the water. I guess we were near his domain and he wanted us out of there. THe more she barked the more the beaver would get agitated and hit his tail against the water, which of course made her bark even more. I always kept hold of her when the beav was around as he was a mean one and I feared his teeth against her small body!