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Last night, while Terri and I were going through our scrapbook, it occurred to me I’ve never blogged about how we came to adopt Daisy -our 47 foot Great White Shark.
I remember that stormy evening like it was yesterday. Answering a soft knock at the door, at first I didn’t think anyone was there ... but glancing down, there she was in a tiny little pink basket. Attached was a note that said “I can no longer care for my baby. Please help.”

We have treated her as our own ever since, and despite Terri’s stubborn refusal to breastfeed we built as normal a life for Daisy as we could provide. I was there for her first steps. We played Catch and Hide-N-Seek in the backyard. I built a huge elaborate treehouse where we would leisurely fritter away our summers eating marshmallows and reading comic books.

We never told Daisy she was adopted, and trust you to help us keep this dark secret.
-One only has to look into those beady little eyes to understand why we have spared her this painful revelation.
Now go!
Visit!
2 comments:
My long-lost sister! Daisy teh Curly Shark, you are very lucky. I always wanted to play football.
Maybe one day we can meet and share a Quarter Flounder. With cheese!
Yeah if it wasn't for the several extra rows of jagged serrated sharp teeth. I think breast feeding would of been a positive bonding time for Daisy and I.
;)~
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