My Gotcha Day

Today is my Gotcha Day. Yep, seven years ago today, I came to live with Alpha and Kendra. It was Mother's Day of 2003. I'd spent a whole day travelling with my brothers and sisters to Sydney. The next morning we were microchipped, one of my sisters sooked in the corner the whole day. Then we had a visitor. It was Alpha. We just played and ran around. She sat there for a long time. I kept coming up to look at her. She thought I looked like the best of us girls, and says she chose me; but I really chose her.
That's me in the front with my brothers. There were 6 in my litter. We were 8 weeks old. Anyway, I was made comfortable in a crate, seat belted in the front seat and we set off on a 6-hour trip home. Naturally, we stopped a few times. I slept most of the way.

I met lots of people and of course Kendra. After a good meal, I fell asleep. I was supposed to sleep in the bathroom; but started whimpering, so I got to get in bed with Alpha where I slept all night. I was named Daisy because I am a memorial scottie. Alpha's mum died 4 months before I was born. I was born five days after her birthday, I was picked up on Mother's Day and her mother's favourite flower was a daisy.

It didn't take me long to grow. I'm watching television in this picture.

Kendra taught me all about bitey face and tug-o-war. I discovered cats by myself.

I think I chose VERY well.