Cuz That's What Big Sisters Do !

[Steve Drury]

The Drurys have a reputation for embellishing stories for the sake of making them more entertaining. This is a personality defect that goes back many generations. It is particularly prevalent in males.
But you have my word that this doodle tale is the truth---every word of it.

The cast of characters is small: Daisy, the 11 month old golden doodle; Maggie, the 10 week old golden doodle who had only been with us 48 hours; mom--napping in the guest bedroom at 4 PM; and me, the witness and narrator.

In anticipation of the arrival of the new puppy, my wife had selected a couple new toys---one of which is a rather flat plush skunk. It was in the 4x4 ft exercise pen we had set up for the new arrival several days in advance along with several other toys, the new pup's blanket and feeding dishes. Daisy knew somthing was up but she couldn't begin to imagine what it all meant.
She learned soon enough. Friday at just about the time she should have been getting lunch she got a new little sister instead. "What the heck!?!?"
It's bad enough that Daisy hadn't been able to reach that cool new toy for the past several days---but now mom keeps giving it to that new puppy. That's just not right. And for the rest of Friday and into Saturday morning, Daisy would steal that little skunk's skunk every chance she got. But alas mom kept taking it back.
Well as things went, by Saturday afternoon Daisy was learning that the little squirt could be fun. She really wasn't too bad after all. She couldn't run very fast--but she wrestled pretty good. She even tries to play tug.

In a spirit of welcoming generosity, Sunday morning Daisy located her snoopy and brought it to Maggie and dropped it at her feet. (And all the women say......."ooooohhhhhhh, how sweet !")

Later Sunday----probably around lunch time--- while Maggie and I were on the patio chillin', Daisy came out of the house with that skunk dangling from her teeth. She dropped it about three feet from the pup--backed up a couple feet herself---and plopped into the "let's play" position. What a good sister! She wants to play. She wants to share. What a nice sister.

By late afternoon of that third day of the new puppy week end my wife had hit the wall. She was napping on the futon in the guest bedroom. We also refer to it as the girls' room because we have a couple young grand-daughters who play in that room when they visit. It has a toy box filled with dress up clothes and costumes. On top of the toy box are many plush animal puppets that their grandma uses in her pre-school class. On the futon itself are a number of plush animals that were gifts from her students. These are special toys that Daisy knows not to touch (almost all the time). Daisy has quite a collection of her own plush buddies and doesn't disturb mom's menagerie. She's a good girl.

About that time, Maggie and I were in the livingroom; playing quietly. In trots Daisy with one of the prettiest plush doggies from the untouchable collection---a pure white scottie with a red tartan plaid cap. She goes straight to Maggie; drops it at her feet; and trots right back out of the room.

Now I know you think this next part is exageration--but I swear it's true.
I'm positive I heard Dasiy say to Maggie---"Here. Mom LOVES it when you chew on this."

Cuz that's the way big sisters roll..........

I testify that every word of this story is absolutely true.

[Nina, Phil, Harlow & Lacey]

I love the story. I had my own film clip running in my mind while reading your story. A wonderful narrative.

[Adrianne Matzkin]

I actually heard the silence when my heart missed a beat. I was waiting to read that you turned your head for a split second and that pure white scottie was in pieces from a split second game of tug.
Oh, and YES, ooohhhh how sweet I was right there!!!
You MUST continue your blog on Daisy & Maggie. Your writing is fantastic and you put into words what we all live through.

[Christy and Yoda]

Cute story!