Finding DaisyWhen I originally read the subject line of the Corgi-L post, I thought the story would be about "my" Daisy, but it wasn't. A friend contacted me last December looking for an adult corgi for her sister. The sister had had a traumatic brain injury. She could no longer work but was on the way to recovery. Part of the recovery was to obtain a dog. Only a Pembroke would do. I thought about my crew and told my friend about Daisy.
Daisy won a specialty as a youngster but later that year suffered a shoulder injury. The injury was treated but she was off in her gait at times and other times she was fine. Not truly lame but enough that to train her and try to show her in any thing would mean risking being excused for lameness. The last time she was entered in a show, she went lame just before going into the ring. She'd had a litter of puppies and I had her spayed. I wasn't sure what I would do with her, but she adored me and she gave me laughs every day.
Daisy has a few quirks, as many Pembrokes are prone to do. She probably originally incurred her shoulder injury while running her Crazy Daisy the Kamikaze Corgi figure eights in the muddy back yard, slip sliding away. She's the absolute worst dog I've ever had about getting her nails trimmed by me; she is usually fine for other people though. If Daisy wanted to play with either her mother or older half-brother, there was no denying her. That paw slap on my arm meant she wanted attention NOW and it was the same slap that her relatives conceded to when she played Tug of Melody or Drag of Danny. Grins and wiggles and kisses... that was my Daisy Doodle.
I sent a long e-mail to my friend, detailing Daisy's history and quirks. She sent it on to her sister and brother-in-law. They fell in love with my description of Daisy. They have a cat, but Daisy was raised with a cat. She would be strictly a companion, no doggy events to worry about the risk of going off in her gait. A fenced backyard. Two humans all of her own with no other dogs to compete with. They bought out PetsMart to be sure that Daisy would have toys and treats and all that she could want---and she would have no dog housemates that she would have to share it with.
So Daisy went to a new home. I was sad and she was sad when I put her in my friend's car for the trip to the sister and her husband. Daisy didn't know what was happening and those huge brown eyes looked at me with some concern as to just what was happening. I wondered about Daisy the rest of the way, worried about whether I was doing the right thing.
My friend called on her way home from the delivery. She said she walked Daisy around the yard to potty and then took her in the house. Daisy surveyed the area and the leash was dropped. She made a bee-line for the person who needed her more than I did. Daisy launched herself onto her new owner's lap and showered her with kisses. My friend sent me the photo she took all of four minutes after the introduction. It was hard to tell who was happier, Daisy or her new owner....the size of their grins matched and Daisy's ears were as up as they could be as she grinned for the camera.
A happy team
The cat, however, was NOT amused. Lynn said that Daisy was teaching the cat to play with her. I could just see her paw-slamming the cat! That trait has been passed down to her two daughters, Carly and Kenzi. They both do the paw-slam, but not as intensely as their mom does!
It's very hard to be sad when Daisy has such a good home and has a job to do that she clearly loves doing. Dogs find us when we need them, one way or another.
Tifflyn Pembroke Welsh Corgis