Well, this story is serious and kind of funny at the same time. Never the less, it does involve one of my previous dachshund dogs, Daisie. (I usually uniquely spell my dogs name differently. This is not a mis type or mis spelling).
Daisie was my very best friend, ever! She knew what I was thinking and what I was going to do for the day, even before I knew. She passed away from Cushing Disease, May 23, 2015. She was almost 13 years of age. She will be forever in my heart.
We visited a friends cabin approximately, early fall of 2008. They had a very big man made, stocked lake, just 100 foot from the house. I ventured out after dinner with Daisie and my other dachshunds, at the time. I grabbed my second glass of wine, my fishing pole and my blood bait for the catfish, and we headed down to the dock.
I cast my line out into the water and it was only a minute before I got a bite. Daisie heard the line being pulled out by the catfish and she went running after it, making no mind that the dock ended and “Splash” she went into the water.
I’d never been swimming in a lake before and I knew the water was over 30 foot deep. I don’t swim all that well in the first place. I leaned over the end of the dock reaching for Daisie. One, Two, Three times she went under and her body was now vertical and I knew she wasn’t coming back up. I plunged into the water and luckily grabbed her. I grabbed my fishing pole too as we made our way back to the bank. I was so scared that I’d grabbed Daisie and was holding her in my right arm (my dominate side) as I tread water with my left, praying that we make it back to the bank side safely.
We got up the bank side and sat on the end of the dock that was nearest the ground. I desperately had to catch my breath. Don’t drink and fish and certainly not alone, I kept thinking to myself. I’d just lay my fishing rod down on the dock walk way when it went flying toward the end of the dock, as that catfish was still on the line and apparently determined to take my new bright red fishing rod away from me. Luckily enuff I stopped the rod from going into the water as I turned around and quickly stopped Daisie from diving into the water, once again. “Chasing that fish”!!!
Jadas dog talk 