Poor Daisy

Our family has a little white fur ball of a dog named Daisy. Daisy's breed is a Westie and most of the time we all love her dearly. That is except for Amie, they have well, what you would call a love hate relationship. You see from the very beginning Daisy loved Amie. She would lay next to her on the floor during tummy time, wait by Amie's door during nap time, and jump up and down happily and give Amie kisses when we came come. From the beginning Amie loved Daisy. Amie would smile when Daisy licked her fingers, she would laugh when Daisy did laps around the house, and they would cuddle together on the floor during tummy time. Yes, Amie loved Daisy and Daisy loved Amie. That has really never changed. Yes, Oh they love each other all right, but somehow that love has now congealed. Its a bitter love, with happy moments and sometimes just down right mean moments. Now you would think that maybe Amie is the victim of this discombobulated diseased love, but oh the contrary. The poor victim is Daisy.

Amie often wills Daisy over with her sweet innocents, with her majestic trickery. Then the next thing thing you know, the evil trap has sprung and Daisy is stuck. There is nothing she can do. Mom wont help her, Dad sometimes tries to help her, all fall victim to the sneaky trickery of Amie.

Just this morning Amie dumped oatmeal all over Daisy. It was on her head, on her back, everywhere! When I confronted Amie about it she pointed at Daisy and scoled like an old pro, "Oh-No! Dai-sy! Oo-Nooo!". I looked at her, with a smile curling up onto the corners of my lips, "No, Daisy didn't do that Amie. You did, not a choice. You eat your oatmeal, its not for Daisy." Daisy had to get a bath, and she hates baths. Poor Daisy!

Ever since the little light went on in Amie's head that she could do things and blame them on Daisy, it's been non stop. Amie throws her milk on the floor, "Dai-sy!". Amie colors on her hands, "Dai-sy!". Amie sneaks Daisy crackers from the pantry, "Dai-sy!". Now everything is Daisies fault. Poor Daisy.

Well, not only is everything Daisies fault Daisy gets the privilege of playing with Amie whether she likes it or not. Daisy has endured several hours of beautifying. A little bit of lipstick applied 2 million times (pretend lipstick), some pretend nail polish for her paws, "Awww, Pretty!". Maybe a few hair pretties and of course she needs to dress for the occasion. Daisy sits through it all, her eyes glazed over, crying inside. Poor Daisy!

Well, as much as you may think that Daisy has a rough life it sure is pretty good too! Daisy often receives the sweetest hugs from Amie, and soft kisses on her back and head. She even gets an occasional belly rub, though one of their favorite things to do together is play. Amie loves to play chase with daisy. The sound of rolling laughter fills the house as Daisy chases Amie up and down the halls of the house. The sound of feet thumping on the carpet and playful barking is music to my ears. Every now and again a ball rolls by my feet with Daisy following shortly after. Amie laughs again. They can play like this for hours it seems.

You see Daisy has always loved Amie, and Amie has always loved Daisy. They share a very special love. A strong, sweet, almost hateful love.