Miss Daisy……..we formed a family of choice

Miss Daisy........we formed a family of choice

Ya’ gotta love that face!



We created a family.

Some families are formed  through   “Genetics”  giving us our family of birth.  Sometimes we get to form a family of “choice”….people not necessarily related to us by blood but by beliefs, experiences, ideals   and the things we love in life.   I say those families of choice are CREATED by us; Miss Daisy and I formed a family…our creation.

I want to share a poem I wrote when we were separated ..I was in the hospital and Daisy was in a cage at the ‘doggie doctor’s’….my heart was broken.


July  24, 2008

I lay down to sleep

I feel your head begin to settle

against my knee;

Your body snuggles closerand closer

 to my leg

as you relax.

You become lighter and lighter

And we start to float



Into our dreams


Together…at home.

(From baby Girl #1 by Flo Clark  07/08)

Sincerely, Gramma

Hello World #2

I want to introduce myself to you..I really am a “gramma” and I have a lot of thoughts and opinions on just about everything!!

I will tell you some “stuff” about myself as it drifts into my mind and other stuff as it becomes relevant.
I have seen a lot of places, but not nearly as many as I would like to have seen. I’ve read a lot of books, seen a lot of movies, taken a lot of classes, learned a LOT of lessons the hard way….pretty much the same story as most people.

I guess what makes me a little different from lots of folks is that I want to share some of these things with you and then learn from YOUR experiences. I have learned a lot from books and it is MY OPINION that the things I have learned from PEOPLE and ANIMALS  have been of the most value in my life.

Tonight I want to tell you about Daisy Mae..a wonderful dog friend who taught me some of the most important lessons about living and dying that I have ever learned.  She was strong, both physically and spiritually…and she was beautiful.  It may seem strange to refer to her spirituality; I guess I mean that she knew who she was, always, and she was true to the nature that she was born with.  She was a proud, smart, loving girl who was a faithful friend and companion.

She came into my life at a time when I had lost a dear friend to AIDS, and then my dog Bruno, a fine Doberman, had passed away, and I was afraid to love anybody else!

Daisy came home with my son one night…I had no idea what kind of dog she was, but my son had rescued her and she loved him dearly, so we kept her.  Sometimes God over-rides my silliness and gives me what I need whether I think I want it or not!   Daisy, it turned out, was a boxer/pit-bull mix, and she weighed 63 pounds.  She became, and remains,  the love of my “dog life”.

I had not heard of Cesar Milan, the Dog Whisperer, at that point and I certainly had no idea about how to be “Pack Leader”;  I didn’t even  know I needed to BE one!  Somewhere near my town is  dog trainer who probably does not remember the 2+ hours that she spent with us TRYING to stiffen my spine so I could handle Miss Daisy!  She has my gratitude and Hats Off for her effort;  and I want to tell her that I got the message and both Daisy and I had a long, happy life together.

There is MUCH more to this story and I will write it even if no one reads it, but I would love to hear your stories too.

Please drop me a line and let me know about yourself..I’d like to discuss stuff..and SHARE opinions..respectfully…

“grammaseyes” don’t wear rose-colored glasses, but one of the things that I have learned is that there is always something to be thankful for, every day, even if you have to look to find it…even if you have to REALLY look……