Some years ago on a Saturday trip to Pet Smart to pick up chinchilla supplies we came across the most beautiful, yet pitiful puppy. It was pet adoption day and the local shelter was there with all the cats and dogs in need of a good home. She was cowering in the corner of the pen with her ears flat on her head. Such a beautiful, small speckled puppy. The tag on the crate named her as “Stain,” a horrible name for such a petite dog. We looked at all the puppies there that day, but knew there was no contest. “Stain” was the one for our family. Although she was scared and trembling, there was something special about her. We found out while filling out the paperwork that she had another name, a much more appropriate name-Daphne.
So a couple of hours and a couple hundred dollars later we were on our way home with chinchilla supplies, a new dog, and all the puppy accouterments. Daphne was very sweet, but so frightened. After we arrived home with our new puppy I worried that she was not going to fit in. She would not eat, drink, or go potty. When we took her outside she would sit up against the house looking as pitiful as ever. I’m not really sure where the change occurred but somewhere around day three she came out of her shell. What a great puppy! She was playful and and turned into a beautiful puppy princess.
Since we first brought her home and she opened up into the crazy dog she is today, she loves to sit in the yard, all prissy and with her front legs crossed, surveying her kingdom. She has some quirky neuroses, like she hates water, she sounds like Chewbacca when she’s excited, loves to go for rides in the car but whines the whole time she’s riding, and she is a practitioner of doga (dog yoga). Just last week she went to the vet for her annual checkup and shots. At 12 years old, she is a bit neurotic, but completely healthy. Of course this is what I wanted to hear! It makes me sad to think she’s getting older. Each year her ghost face is more apparent, and occasionally the arthritis in her shoulder keeps her from jumping up on her bed. I dread the day when she will be gone.
Princess Daphne’s throne is a queen size, four poster mahogany Henredon rice bed in the second bedroom in my house. Yes, that’s right-she has her own bedroom with a queen size bed! And she is funny about her bed. My friend moved back to Fayetteville and came to stay one night so Daphne was displaced from her throne. Too funny! She was so put out about it that she looked at me like what in the world are those people doing in my bed?!? I had to laugh. Fortunately for her, I don’t have many guests and she can keep her room to herself. Every day I am thankful for her. She is my faithful companion and sweet girl. I love her so very much and I feel so lucky that I was at Petsmart on that day 12 years ago. My life was forever changed by the love of a dog. My little brown-eyed girl!