Thursday, June 29, 2006
Daisy's Big Adventure...
Once upon a time there was a dog named Daisy. Daisy was a one and half year old Jack-Rat. What is a Jack-Rat, you say? Half Jack Russell Terrier and half Rat Terrier. That equates to 100% TERROR.
Daisy was a very feisty girl, and prone to ignoring her master's commands. She believed herself to be a long-lost relative of the Great Houdini. She was a mastermind when it came to the art of the great escapes.
One humid, over-cast afternoon in June , little Daisy decided to plan the MASTER of all escapes. When her Daddy was not looking, she slithered, snake-like, underneath the mass of over-grown bushes in her back yard. She proceeded to crawl to the back of the bush when suddenly--EUREKA! Daisy spotted a "hole" in the fence behind the bush.
Like a rocket, she shot from the bushes and took off running, kicking up tufts of grass behind her like clouds of exhaust from a noisy car. Daisy ran and ran, and from behind her, she could hear the sounds of heavy breathing, sneaker-clad feet slap-slapping the sidewalk, and shouts of, "Daisy! Daisy!"
It was her Daddy!
"Oh no! I'm going to be in BIG trouble!" She thought frantically. She paused mid-flight. Should she stop? Go back to Daddy? Or keep running?
GO! Her brain shouted and off she zoomed, like a marathon runner.
Hours passed and darkness fell upon little Daisy like a cloak she longed to throw off. She misseed her Mommy, her Daddy and her furry brother, Tucker. She was hungry and chilly...and scared!
The wind beganto howl around her and large, fat droplets of rain splashed on the pavement and grass surrounding Daisy. She huddled uncertainly beneath a bush, her ears pricked for the first sound of danger, nostrils flared to pick up a familiar scent.
It was a long, wet, lonely night.
Morning broke and with it, more rain. Daisy's black and white fur, mottled like a cow's, was soaked and plastered to her pink skin. She smelled horribly from her perch in random tufts of grass. Her body was achey and weary and wanted nothing more than the comfort of her blankets and her home.
Suddenly, a noise startled little Daisy from her half-slumber. A strange human was standing over her , speaking. Daisy cowered under the stranger's stare, very much afraid. Who was this stranger? Was she going to hurt her?
A man appeared suddenly behind the lady and crept gently over to Daisy, picking her up in his large dry hands. She was shaking like leaf in a breeze, as the rain continued to pelt down on them.
The man carried Daisy inside and glanced quickly at the tag on her pink collar. He spoke softly into the telephone and then went to sit outside.
Daisy was still frightened, but somewhat relieved as well. Her wild flight was now over.
And just as suddenly, there was a familiar sound that perked her pointy ears and sped up the already frantic thumping of her heart. That truck driving down the street...she knew that truck!
She begins to whimper joyously at the human who emerged from the big red truck, all smiles.
It was her Mommy! Saved by her Mommy!
Hours later, Daisy was warm and dry, after a nice long bath. Her belly was full of good treats, including people food she wasn't normally allowed to eat.
She perched happily on the living room chair of my house, watching her Mommy and her brother, Tucker, play. She was perfectly content to watch. She'd had MORE than enough action the past 24 hours.
Daisy settled into the warm and comforting embrace of her Mommy and, nestled on her back, all four legs sticking up in the air, she fell fast asleep. Her dreams were pleasant that night and from then on.
It was great to be home...