15 years ago today, my dog Daisy was born. I had been begging for my own dog for 2 years. We always had a dog around, and I was usually following it everywhere, but I wanted one all for myself. I understand now why my parents didn’t get a puppy for an 8-year-old (we had two other dogs, anyways), but at the time it was the hardest struggle I faced. 🙂
I finally got my puppy, and played with her every single day. I loved her instantly. She had a fierce, independent spirit and never cared to cuddle, but she loved me back. She was my constant companion and best friend. As she grew older, she was more apt to lick me and sit in my lap. Every time I saw her, she howled in excitement and I rubbed her face, scratched her back, and told her how much I loved her.