Daisy, Daisy
June 10th 2008 19:39
Daisy
Moving day. The excitement of a new house, bought weeks earlier in a stomach-churning, emotion-laden auction. The stress of organising the packing and lifting and moving and unpacking and mess and chaos. A well lived-in house, it seems, will not empty. The more you pack, the more you find to pack.
Into the middle of this muddle came Daisy. The Greyhound Adoption Program people had nominated this day for the return of Scratchy, newly neutered and approved to go muzzleless in public, and Daisy, his adopted girlfriend. We could have pleaded for another day - moving house is a fairly reasonable excuse - but we didn't. The GAP people do too good a job to argue with.
It is unknown how much experience Daisy, not yet two years old, has had of domestic life, but it would be interesting to know her first thoughts of her new home. "Hmmm," she might have mused, "shiny floors - the Big Brindle and I will soon put a few homely claw marks on them - but where the heck is that stuff humans seem to like so much, what's it called, oh yeah, furniture?"
It was early afternoon and the first truck-load of belongings had yet to arrive. The house had been left spotless by the previous owners. The calm before the storm.
Daisy's papers show her name as Bella. But Cindy had decided there were too many Bellas in our current circle of canine friends, and a name change was called for. Scratchy doesn't seem to mind. He thinks of her as Short Black. It doesn't quite capture the romance of a new relationship, but it is accurate enough. Compared to Scratchy, Daisy is decidedly petite. She is black except for a diamond of white on her chest. She is dainty. And she is an absolute darling.
But she is no wilting flower, our Daisy. Six hours after she had arrived, she was asleep on the newly installed sofa in front of the newly installed television. We had thought she might be timid at first; we had expected her to need a few days to settle in. But here she was looking like she'd been here forever. Just as she had decided to adopt the Big Brindle immediately after meeting him a few days earlier, she had decided that Cindy and I, and our shiny floor-boarded house, would do. The arrival of a sofa only reinforced her decision.
Daisy had come to stay.
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