Have You Seen My Dog?
Written Monday January 9, 2006

A little girl named Sally has a poodle, named Daisy. She loves and cherishes her dog, and thinks the world of her. She feeds, walks and grooms the poodle daily with great care, much to her parent’s surprise. Prior to this, young Sally has owned a hamster, goldfish, a parrot named Annalisse, a bunny named Adam, and a kitten named fluffy, all that died or had to be given away because Sally wouldn’t take care of them properly. Daisy was special in Sally’s eyes, and she wanted to do everything to protect her, keep her safe, warm and comfortable. Perhaps she felt so guilty about her lack of care for the other animals that she channeled her guilt into loving care for her new pet. Who is to know, this is only speculation.

Sally was especially bright eyed and cheery at the thought of visiting the animal shelter two miles from her home. She had heard of the many different animals that they kept there, and knew of their reputation to take very good care of all the animals on their property, so to Sally, this was like visiting a zoo. Her parents drove her there early in the morning, and they walked past the exotic birds, reptiles, cougars and mountain lions, deer, elk and penguins, back to the domestic animal ward. Sally was so excited to se all the dogs, cats, hamsters and rabbits, but she did not like the snakes and other lizards at all. She walked over to the puppies, then spotted a tiny spotted poodle, so cute and cuddly, whining softly and looking at her. She fell in love at the first sight of the poodle, and asked the attendant to hold the puppy. In her arms, the small poodle stopped whining, and both Sally and the poodle looked at each other with love in their eyes. “Can I keep her Mommy, Daddy, can I please?” Her mother and father were leary of another pet for their irresponsible daughter – how would she take care of this animal, when she didn’t take care of the others properly. “I promise to take good care of her, and I’ll fed her, walk her, take care of her and walk her, just like she was my own little sister,” Sally said. Her skeptical parents viewed her with the puppy, and were soon persuaded by the way she took such good care of her. The puppy followed her every movement, and the two adjusted well to each other. On that day, Sally now took her new pet poodle home with her.

Sally named her new pet Daisy – Daisy the remarkably intelligent, cuddly and sweet poodle. Sally spent every spare minute with Daisy, and soon she became an active part of the family’s lives. Everywhere that Sally went, Daisy accompanied her human companion, she was so well mannered and didn’t bark that much. She was easily trainable, and took over the house with ease and comfort. Now her pride and joy, Sally would beam from ear to ear when she took her out on walks and duties about town. Neighbors were aware of this new addition to the family, and had no complaints since she kept quiet and stayed out of their yards.

One day Sally came home in great excitement, because she had been invited to a big party at her friend Lisa’s home. She told her parents, who agreed to her going immediately. Sally’s father took her and Daisy to the store to pick out a present for Lisa, after all it was her party, and she of course expected a gift. It didn’t take Sally long to spot the perfect gift for Lisa – a little blue pony that sang and spun around in circles.
She took the pony inside her house, went downstairs to get some wrapping paper, ribbons and a bow, and came back up expecting to wrap the gift. To her shock, she found only the box that the pony came in – the pony had vanished.
Now there is one thing that you have to know about Daisy, and that is that she is terribly jealous when it comes to Sally. Ever since she arrived at her new home, she took to Sally like pancakes take to syrup, yes siree – they were inseparable! So if anything took Sally’s interest away from her one true attraction (that of Daisy of course), it was all out war or chaos. There had been many a trinket or doodad that went missing, or was ripped to shreds by that jealous little poodle Daisy. And this was one of those times that jealousy rose up over common sense, and came crashing down on one little unsuspecting pony.

Sally knew that she only had a few minutes before the cherished new gift for her friend Lisa would end up destroyed and mangled. She called for Daisy, but she did not find her. She rushed to her parents, told them what had happened, and they soon joined the search. 15 minutes later the pony was found in the back yard, and yes, you guessed it, in very bad condition. Sally soon found Daisy hiding under the couch – she was upset with her, but didn’t yell or spank her for what she did. “What am I going to do with you Daisy; you have to stop this, right now. This isn’t cute anymore.” The next time Sally went out with her father to pick a gift up for Lisa, Daisy stayed home with mother, and this time the gift was wrapped at the store, and left in the trunk of the car for safe keeping.

The day of Lisa’s big party had arrived, and Sally was dressed in a pretty pink and green dress. She had learned that there were no pets allowed at this party (because some of the children were allergic to certain pets, pet dander or something like that – so no one was allowed to bring any pets) – she was sad, but it would only be a few hours away from her beloved Daisy. Daisy was especially frisky today, and Sally wondered if she knew that she would be attending a major event without her. So she played with Daisy until it was time to get ready for the party, then she and her mother went upstairs. When she came down, Daisy stopped and took a long look at Sally, and acted if she didn’t know who she was. She barked, ran around her, and smelled the dress in bewilderment. Sally’s mother did not want her to mess up her dress or hair with Daisy, and to keep the pet hair or smell off her daughter, she held Daisy, while Sally explained to her what was going on. “Daisy, you know I love you dearly, but there comes a time when I have to do certain things without you. This is one of those times.” “I’m going to a party,” she told Daisy with a smile, “I can’t take you with me, but I will be back real soon.” She stroked her poodle one last time, and headed to the car with her mother. “Goodbye Daisy, behave yourself until I get back,” she said as the car door opened and she was soon moving down the driveway and out towards Lisa’s house.

Now what they expected to be a great party, turned out to be a miserable time for Sally and all her friends. The gift she bought Lisa was identical to the gifts that five other children brought her, all the snacks tasted stale or bad, the clowns and entertainment were lame and dull, and to top it all off, it rained the entire time that they were there. Oh what a terrible time Sally was having! The only thing that kept her going and her spirits high was getting out of here, arriving home and embracing her true friend Daisy.

Sally, now soaking wet, was drenched and cold when her parents came to pick her up 4 hours later. They were very upset that she had such a bad time there, and tried to make it up to her by buying hot chocolate and starting a warm fire in the living room fireplace. All Sally wanted to do was be with Daisy, but her mother made her go upstairs, take off her wet clothing, take a warm shower, dry herself, put new clothing on, and then she was allowed downstairs! It seemed like an eternity before she was finished, but now nothing could keep her from embracing that jealous and frisky poodle of her’s, affectionately named Daisy. She called her name several times, but there was no sign of her.

Sally went from one room to the other, looking under tables, sofas and chairs, behind doors, in closets and even downstairs in the basement – but there was no sign of her. She ran to her mother and father in tears, informing them that she could not find her beloved Daisy. The parents soon helped her with the search and rescue mission, but after many hours, it was apparent that Daisy was nowhere to be found. Her father went outside, and her mother asked the neighbors if they had seen the family poodle – all inquiries were met with negative replies. Sally was so hurt, that she ran outside screaming Daisy’s name, and when she was met with no reply, she ran up and down the streets looking desperately for the poodle. Her parents found her two hours later, drenched and cold, crying her eyes out for the loss of Daisy. “Where can she be Daddy? Where is she Mommy? I have to find her, I have to, I have to.” Her parents wrapped her in a blanket and took her home. You could hear her sobs and muffled voice saying, “She’s all alone out there, and is probably wet, cold and hungry. We have to find her!”

Sally was devastated, and refused to eat or drink anything for many hours. She felt that life was not worth living if Daisy were not in her life, and prepared to slowly starve herself so she could be put out of her misery. She couldn’t bear to live without her Daisy by her side, and was determined to end it all this very day. Her parents, in desperation gave told her that they would not give up the search, and suggested to her that she should also keep looking in her own way. They were the ones that suggested that she make up flyers and put them up, so that others could know that Daisy was lost, and that someone was looking for her.

This bit of information gave Sally hope for the future, hope that her parents were behind her, hope that she could help to find Daisy, and bring her home safely. Sally, with the help of her friends, made 1,000 flyers announcing the disappearance of Daisy, her photo, last whereabouts and contact information, and she and her friends put them up all over town. The children went to stores, businesses and people and let them all know that there was a lost poodle named Daisy out there somewhere, and that many people were looking for her.
One day, and old man answered the flyer and said that he had found Daisy – the poodle was safe and out of harm’s way. He would be bringing the poodle by this afternoon. Sally jumped for joy, as she thought that she had never heard greater news in her entire life. Daisy was coming home, and she was alright! Sally went to al her friends and told them the good news. They were all happy for Sally, and made her promise to invite them over when Daisy was finally home – a promise Sally willingly made.

It was a Saturday morning, and what was usually a great day off from school, turned into a highly anticipated reunion, that took an eternity to happen. The hours ticked on, as Sally paced the floor, looked out the window, opened the door to see if anyone had arrived, even checked the phone messages. She would just have to be patient, but how?

It was later afternoon or early evening when it happened. The doorbell rang, and this thin, short old man with a wide brimmed hat stood there. Sally soon opened the door and greeted the old man. “You folks the ones that had the flyers for the missing poodle named Daisy?”, he asked. “If so here she is!” Sally was so happy and anxious, she ran to the man with tears in her eyes, grabbed Daisy, and ran into the living room. Her parents had many questions for the old gentleman, ho was invited inside and who began to relate the story of how he came upon Daisy, the flyers and how he made the call. “I was only doing my duty as a neighbor, not that close a neighbor, but a neighbor anyway,” the old gentleman said. As he continued to speak, Sally began to cry softly, then loudly enough for her parents to hear her. The parents turned to their daughter and ran to her side, inquiring what she was so sad about. “This is Daisy, and I’m glad she’s back – but she smells funny and is not moving. What is wrong with her Mommy, Daddy?” Her parents saw Daisy standing right beside their daughter Sally, but the poodle had no expression, was not moving, standing as still as block of ice. They thought it was very odd that the dog did not move. When they called her, she still did not move. They both went to pet Daisy, and were horrified to feel a cold, stiff, lifeless creature in the placed of their beloved pet. What was going on? Could this be happening to them? What was wrong with Daisy?

Daisy, or what was left of her, was opened up, stuffed like a turkey (or something worse off), and put on display. It turns out that the old gentleman had found Daisy in a taxidermist shop, and knowing that she was missing, purchased the poodle and called the family. ‘Well what’s the matter, here’s your poodle named Daisy, just like you wanted. No she ain’t alive, your flyer said nothing about being alive – it said that the poodle was missing and you wanted it back. It’s actually better this way – you can always keep up with her now, and you will always be with her.”

The old man said his farewell, and let himself out the front door, as the family still amazed and bewildered at the condition of their once beloved, cherished, living and breathing poodle – now a stuffed ornament to be propped up along the mantelpiece.
Sally got from the floor where she sat, walked towards the door where the old man just passed through, then turned back to her parents and said, “I promised all my friends that I would invite them over to see Daisy after she was found. What in the world do I do now – what do I do now?”

Now, what is the moral or this story, and what lesson can be learned from it? That is just it; there is no lesson to convey. Take your own meaning from it, and find your own truth in it. Or should I say – Never let your cherished things become lifeless objects that you keep for yourself, and put on display for all to behold. That is as good enough a moral as you will receive.

 

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