It's interesting how all of the sudden one dog will stand in the middle of a room and demand to have attention paid to them.
Maggie Carruthers - who is the animal communicator who graciously comes to my house from time to time to help me with my dogs and their ongoing issues - has never really worked with Daisy in all the time I've had her. Daisy just hasn't been interested in talking. She's got a lot of love to give, and her joy of life is limitless, but it's always been pretty obvious that she's convinced that her cushy life is going to end at any moment.
Her first 3 years of life were tied to a dog house on a native reservation in Cape Breton and at the end of she was left to starve to death as she gave birth to a litter of puppies and for some reason she's never been able to let go of it. But last week when Maggie came over she plunked herself down in the middle of the stuff we were doing - which was supposed to be making some pillow type things for Buttercup and Teddy to lay on that was going to give them energy to further work on their own personal issues when we weren't around - and Daisy decided that she was going to not only help with what we were doing - but she was also going to release some of the stuff she'd been holding in.
So it was a great evening all around.
For some reason it's taken me a whole week to get back and look at the pictures. I have no reason why. But here they are. Daisy is a such a special girl.