The Center of our World

Many people ask if I have children. I tell them, 'Yes, I have a four year old named Daisy Mae.' At this point many are looking at me crazy because who would name their child that. Unfortunately, they do not question how a young thing, such as myself, could have a four year old. I then continue to tell them that she is our dog, but very much like a child. She talks back, she pouts, she begs, she fills our day with joy, and loves us unconditionally! I absolutely love this dog, and we're so lucky that she was brought into our lives!!!
She is quite the Daddy's Girl, and always seems to get her way with David. Once again the order of our house in her eyes: David, Daisy Mae, and then myself.

I seem to be that mother that never stops asking questions or annoying her.

I make sure that she is properly dressed for every occasion/holiday. David wants nothing to do with this, and continually informs me that she may need counseling for this.

And we wouldn't pass up a moment to celebrate each year we get with her! It's been tradition, starting with Major, that they wear a birthday hat for at least one picture on their day. Unfortunately, she's too smart and fast, because she has learned how to start running for the hills the second she sees it coming her way. Kind of like a teenager seeing their parents in the mall or anywhere else, and sprinting in the other direction.