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I had an absurd premonition earlier this evening. I sensed that my bitch was going to do something great with her life. Immediately, as this absurd thought brightened my big screen, I thought back to Owen Meany. Owen knew he was destined for something big. No one else did. But Daisy, our supremely gentle standard poodle, doesn’t know. In fact, she has no idea.
Daisy is a mid-pack kind of dog. She’s six. We got her from a shelter 18 months ago. She was second choice addition to our family, losing out to another child (high fives all around on that). It was clear from the start that she is a timid animal. We’ve wondered so many times whether this is her nature or whether someone mistreated her at some point. In any case, she’s not, shall we say, assertive. Not the kind of dog with a destiny.
But somehow she has one. I know it now. I don’t know why. I mean, it’s crazy, right? What could she possibly do that would distinguish her. The obvious Hollywood option would be that she is thrust into an unlikely situation where one of my children is in mortal danger (probably from a human predator of some sort). She’ll suddenly become this ferocious animal, saving my boy and striking down the evil assailant. But no. That just doesn’t seem right.
It’s unlikely on many levels, not the least of which is that Daisy’s current packmate and fellow poodle bestie is Kaya, our 20-month old uber-alpha puppy . A more apt name for Kaya (had we known she’d turn out like this) is Kato, after Inspector Clouseau’s sidekick in The Pink Panther series. She stalks Daisy and then pounces with stealth whenever the impulse hits her. It’s playful harassment - puppy stuff – and Daisy is like a mother with infinite patience. Kaya loves her and looks up to her, even as she dominates her at every turn.
No, Daisy isn’t destined for violent vindication. So what is it? I really have no fucking idea. I just think it’s cool that I have somehow viscerally concluded that she is meant for something big. Her stock is up in the household, even though it makes no sense. That happens a lot. Just not to me.
Daisy is the white one.
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He’s my alter ego. The guy I become if I’ve been drinking too much, have my filter switched to off, am in a friendly environment, and am bent on cracking myself up. Finally, he has a way to express himself to a larger audience. He’s right, ya know.
