Sowing Seeds of Faith
February 21, 2019
Daisy came into our home as a puppy sixteen years ago. That first day, she seemed rather small, cuddly and quiet. Mell and I should have known better. Within minutes after arriving, cuddly and quiet disappeared forever amidst frantic jumping, running, chewing and puppy-biting. As for small? One look at her huge paws and you knew that wouldn’t last. Her breed was Springer Spaniel. I soon found out what “Springer” really meant. Daisy had legs like coiled springs sending her jumping in all directions.
To keep her occupied, we bought Daisy chew toys, lots and lots of chew toys. Alas, most were torn apart within minutes as she searched for the prize: the squeaker. Once she had the squeaker, the toy was abandoned while she continually chewed and squeaked, squeaked and chewed. Mell often used one of the discarded squeakers to soothe and calm Daisy’s nervous energy.
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