She looked so stately, so reserved and regal - you'd never know that she was clumsy and silly and exuberant.
If she was excited or pleased, she'd run and get one of her many squeaky toys and bring it to show you.
She loved to play fetch with a tennis ball.
She once snuck half a bowlful of apples from the table, carrying them away one by one to consume gleefully in private. Apples were her favorites.
She enjoyed biting at the spray from the hose. Water -- except in the form of a bath -- was always good.
If she was embarrassed or perplexed, she'd spin in circles and try to catch her tail. A 70-pound whirling tail-chaser was always guaranteed to put a smile on your face.
Good dog, Daisy.
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