Here are just a few things I will remember about Daisy:
Her one blue eye and one brown eye. Very striking.
Her long wagging tail. How she loved to wag it. One time so hard that she cut it on something and spewed blood around the house.
She would lay her head on your lap as you sat.
She loved going to the dog park and she loved jumping in the water – many times right before we were to get back into the car and I was hoping for a dry dog.
She loved to run around the back yard and jump off the retaining wall. We worried she would get hurt but she never did.
She loved to run after a ball or Frisbee when we threw it, but she wasn’t a very good catch.
Her eyes lit up whenever I would grab a bag of rawhides or Greenees.
She loved to lie on the couch with Tony while he watched TV. She would jump right up on her own until the end, when she could no longer jump.
She would follow us wherever we went around the house, just like our shadow.
She would gently groan during the night as we were falling asleep, and Tony would always say she was talking.
She rode in the back of Tony’s pickup truck, fastened to a chain so she wouldn’t fall out. She loved putting her paws on the cab and looking out so the wind was in her face.
She wore a Husker collar every time Nebraska played football.
Her fur became very soft after a bath.
On a vacation in Colorado, she loved to play in the stream and jump across the water. We have a great shot of her in mid-air jumping across the stream. It is one of my favorite photos.
She caught a rabbit once and brought it in the house, dropping it dead on the living room floor. She was very proud.
As we were out and about, kids who saw her would shout “Dalmation!” and want to run and pet her.
We loved her very much but Tony says she loved us even more.