In the days after we moved, Daisy was our clock. Every day at 5 O’clock, she would let us know that it was time… dinner time. In Texas she was content to eat at 6, but I guess there was something in that Kentucky air that made her hungry. When I would come home from work at 5, I was greeted by a lean, scraggly pup who knew how to get what she wanted.
In those days, Daisy ran the house.
Simply Put Stories 