My dog’s a brat

Daisy-dog is a four-year-old black and brown brindle Mountain Cur.

She’s a rescue dog that was transported by a rescue organization from Tennessee and brought to the mid-west to find a forever home. We found her on pet finder.

We’d just lost our previous dog to cancer and we were looking for a new dog. A dog that did well with kids and was not small and not a puppy.

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Cuddling in all the blankets on the couch is her second favorite activity

You know how it is on pet finder, every dog looks amazing. If I could, I’d bring them all home. But in the end, we had to pick just one.

I should’ve known that she was a special dog when my husband went to look at her and they insisted he take her home for a trial. He still says he was tricked and they threw Daisy at him and ran. Seems someone had just returned her and there was no room within the organization to house her. 

This isn’t our first dog that’s been returned by a previous owner. Our dog Sage had been returned three times before we found her.  Her issue was high energy.  Not a problem in our household at the time since she ran everyday with the hubby.

What we didn’t know was that Daisy was a bolter.  When we first got her she’d run out the door and into the woods. She’d eventually come back happy to see us and tired. I was never sure if she heard me when I called because she was lost from sight in the trees.

Getting her fixed seemed to help.

Recently, she got off her leash and high-tailed it across the street. When I called, she glanced at me and wagged her tail and ran the other way.

What a Brat!

This time, I could track her progress on the snow. Her dark body visible between the trees and houses. She stopped to smell a tree and chased a rabbit. Her tail was up, her ears were perked, and she was moving fast.

I did try to follow the best I could, but she was a ninja dog and was long gone when I got to where I’d just seen her.

I decided to go back to the house and open the back door. Lo and behold, she trotted out from the woods with a wide doggy grin.

That’s when she noticed the deer. A doe stood frozen at the top of the hill behind our house.

I’m not sure who was more surprised, the deer or the dog. They stared at each other looking like realistic lawn ornaments.

The deer broke first, leaping up the hill. Her tail flagged.

Daisy gave one excited yip and followed in hot pursuit. The woods filled with the crashes of large animals moving. How many deer were in the woods?

Through a break between houses, a deer flashed by, then two deer, then a six point buck, and more and more, until I lost track of the number. Moments later, my dog followed and disappeared.

How long would it be before my dog got tired of the chase?

My cell phone rang. It was the neighbor reporting my dog had just chased sixteen deer into her yard and that Daisy was heading back my way.

I walked down the block toward the neighbor, hoping to catch Daisy. Just as I was about to head back, Daisy trotted over from the opposite direction. Her doggie smile was even wider, pink tongue hanging out, and tail wagging. She looked like she’d had the time of her life.

The Brat.

What does your dog or cat do to show their brattiness?

4 thoughts on “My dog’s a brat

  1. Oh my gosh, your bratty dog is adorable. Just look at that face. Our Westie named Moxie that my daughter confiscated when she moved out is a super brat. If she’s mad at my daughter she pees on her pillow. Now that’s a brat.

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  2. A tracker on her collar would be nice to see how far away she goes, and help find her if need be. A mini cam on her collar to see her pov chasing the deer would have been a YouTube viral video. She is a cute brat.

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