In telling the story of Daisy Duke it would be unfair to start anywhere except the beginning.
Once upon a time there lived a yellow Labrador puppy. She lived in a kennel with her brothers and sisters and had no name. She hoped one day to have a family to adopt her and take her home. She dreamed of home. It seemed like a nice place, home. Had a good ring to it.
Meanwhile, about an hour away, husband (at the time fiancé) and I were living in a small apartment on the east side of town. We’d been together for a little over a year, engaged for a few months. He was a dog person, I was a cat person. At times this created tension, but that’s a story for another day. A few different times we brought up the idea of getting a puppy but there were too many reasons not to, too small apartment, too much responsibility, a few other too somethings that I can’t recall.
Early one Saturday morning a strange feeling possessed me. I bolted upright in bed and proclaimed, “I want to get a puppy today!” Fiancé shook his head and rolled his eyes at the countless times I’d said no to getting a puppy and said, “Well, alrighty, then let’s go get one!” He’d learned when a woman changes her mind to just go with it.
We had heard so many great things about labs, and knew we wanted a family dog, so we hopped into the Jeep and headed to the nearest breeder. On the way there, we discussed names and colors. I said, “We should get a yellow female and name her Princess Buttercup!” “Um… no,” fiancé replied amused but firm. I hadn’t given up hope yet though.
We arrived at the breeders, and were greeted by the smell of puppies and sounds of whimpers and squeaks. I approached a huddle of yellow puppies and as I knelt down and reached out my hand, one puppy crawled over the entire huddle to lick my fingers. “Girl or boy?” I asked. “Girl” the breeder replied. “Hello, Princess Buttercup,” I whispered. Fiancé took a liking to one of the black male puppies, so at my suggestion we put Princess Buttercup and Little Black in a ring together to see who could duke it out for the win. This was actually just a play area for potential owners to get to know the puppies, but hey, my version is more interesting.
We called for Princess Buttercup and Little Black to see who’d come to us. Both came. Knowing we couldn’t adopt both in our small apartment that only allowed small dogs, we decided to settle it like adults. Over a game of paper, rock scissors. Just kidding. Husband and I talked it over for a bit and I admitted I felt a connection to Princess Buttercup. He said, “Okay but you have to stop calling her that.” I smile and say, “Come on, Princess… er, girl. You’re coming with us.” I scoop her up and carry her to the Jeep where she falls asleep on my lap. I look at fiancé and smile. “I always liked the name Daisy for a dog. What do you think of Daisy Duke?” “Hello there, Daisy Duke!” He said as he scratched her ears.
And that is the story of how Daisy Duke adopted us. Follow along for more of Daisy’s stories in the Misadventures of Daisy Duke.
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I love this! And not just because I am a dog person, I love your story.
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