Last year, around this time, we were on the way to the Smokey Mountains. We have a camper that we use and when we go we take our small dog Max with us. Max is a Rat Terrier. But this year, we had an additional traveler, Daisy.
Daisy is a female feist that someone had put out. She was not even old enough to be taken away from her mother! So I decided that she needed us because we certainly did not need another dog. With two outside old ladies, who are medium in size and Max, three was enough or so I thought.
Now, Daisy is one of those dogs who are always joyful. From her early morning rises immediately dashing outside to the bathroom, typical girl, to her snuggling up to you at night; her mood is loving and happy. Even her little yippy bark makes you smile.
When we go to the mountains, our routine is pretty set. We always seem to stop at the rest area right outside of Hendersonville. And this trip was no exception. With Daisy at three months and Max an old man of seven years, we decided they would need a break. So, did I!
All three of us walked the two dogs. Every tree Max stopped to sniff, investigate, and then lift his leg; Daisy would have to do the same. Except the lifting of the leg, because Daisy does the “girlie pee walk” and tries not to get anything on her. She is very prissy. On one of these walks around the perimeter, Daisy backs up and right out of her collar. FREEDOM!
AND THE GAME WAS ON!
All three of us were calling and coaxing her. With hinny in the air, tail wagging, and head on paws down front, she was ready. If we stepped toward her, she would dart over to one side and get down in the position again. I decide to take Max to the car and return to help, only to find human nature at its best!
People, who had stopped at the rest area, were now helping to surround Daisy. And she was thrilled. Tail up, head down, hup, hup, and off she would dart. Oh, the adults would run too. I could not stop myself from laughing at the human snare circle and the tiny puppy that we could not catch. Daisy finally tired and went straight to my son, her sleeping buddy. We thanked everyone for helping and loaded back up in the car.
To this day, I think about the joy this little dog, which we did not need, brings us. God certainly sends us joy in the most unusual packages!