RIP Daisy.

The world's sweetest dog.


Daisy's first day home (8 weeks), after we picked her up from the breeder and immediately shocked her by trying to give her the first bath. She was not what I would call a brave dog, ever. But that water scared the bejeesus out of her. I have never seen a tiny slippery puppy run so fast.

After a few days of completely ignoring her, Jackson finally lets her come snuggle up to him.


Nom. Nom. Nom.

Uncle Flick wrastles.

Learning how to share is a two way street.


Adolescence.


Double trouble.


Daisy assumes the position. She would stare through the kitchen window, compelling me to let her inside.

Sunning herself on the patio.


Both Daisy and Jackson love to travel.

Where she slept, every night of her life after 8 weeks.

Wine tasting in Malibu. Helping us to handle the loss of our dear friend Slim.

At the vet, during the Great Sock Incident of 2009.

Home after the surgeries. In her last few weeks she rested happily, retained her beautiful ebullient spirit and ate like the proverbial horse.



You are already missed.