I can't believe it's already been 2 whole years since I got her! It was about 6 months after I lost Candy and there was something missing in my life. It took an arm and a leg to convince my dad to "foster" some pups over the summer, just so I could have some puppy loving again! April 25th, 2004 I got my heart dog. I still remember that I was going through the drive through at Taco Bell when my mom called me and said that the rescue group found us a dog to foster- and my dad was angry. (He knew what the outcome would be before he even saw the dog[8|])
Of course, when I met her she was this scrawny little thing, and absolutely a spitfire of energy! I wasn't used to this "youthful exuberance" as the last 5 years with Candy was sleep and eat, and that's about it. Yes, poor Daisy did have issues when she first came. She was terribly hand-shy. She would freak out if you went to pet the top of her head. (she's okay with it now). She had every known intestinal parasite known to dog- except heartworms (thankg goodness.)
I told myself after going through the agony (and draining of my parent's bank account) of Candy's allergy shots and daily regime of pills that the next dog I would have would be a mutt and it woudln't be mixed with Shih Tzu. And look what I ended up with?
I need a T-Shirt that says:
I failed Fostering 101
Daisy on the day I adopted her:
and here she is 2 years later around Valentine's day after a haircut.
