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Sep. 18th, 2006 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
likethebeerSo, I went to my sis's flickr acct and they had photos of a dog. This is their new dog (it's really cute).
But here's the freaky thing (and I want to talk to my sis about this): my niece had 2 choices for names: Casey or Daisy.
The new dog is named Daisy.
What's the significance?
When we were growing up, the 1st dog our parents got us was named Casey. Casey ran out between 2 cars on our block and died. I don't remember this but it gave us one of our family stories: my dad was explaining to my middle sis about what a significant event this dog running out between traffic was (she was at the age where she could run around w/out parents and he wanted to impress upon her how important it was to get permission to cross the street, or walk w/an adult).
End of that story with Casey was that dad said, in effect, "So do you understand what I'm saying?"
And M said, "Yeah - if I cross the street w/out asking, you'll put me in a bloody bag?"
haaaaaa.....
So, anyway, I don't know how much later, we got our 2nd dog: Daisy.
I think E picked the name.
It must have been soon after Casey got dusted, b/c I don't remember Casey or getting Daisy. Daisy was just there.
Anyway: Casey or Daisy. That's what Q picks. What the hell?
Although in a way it might make sense when I talk to E again: Q is at this point lately where she's very interested in the childhoods of her moms and her aunts/uncles, so she might have heard about Casey & Daisy and tucked it into her mind. We'll see.
But if not: well, her aunt M definitely has some hook on the other world and mda has always said that I have magical powers, so maybe the girl's Irish is starting to come out.
But here's the freaky thing (and I want to talk to my sis about this): my niece had 2 choices for names: Casey or Daisy.
The new dog is named Daisy.
What's the significance?
When we were growing up, the 1st dog our parents got us was named Casey. Casey ran out between 2 cars on our block and died. I don't remember this but it gave us one of our family stories: my dad was explaining to my middle sis about what a significant event this dog running out between traffic was (she was at the age where she could run around w/out parents and he wanted to impress upon her how important it was to get permission to cross the street, or walk w/an adult).
End of that story with Casey was that dad said, in effect, "So do you understand what I'm saying?"
And M said, "Yeah - if I cross the street w/out asking, you'll put me in a bloody bag?"
haaaaaa.....
So, anyway, I don't know how much later, we got our 2nd dog: Daisy.
I think E picked the name.
It must have been soon after Casey got dusted, b/c I don't remember Casey or getting Daisy. Daisy was just there.
Anyway: Casey or Daisy. That's what Q picks. What the hell?
Although in a way it might make sense when I talk to E again: Q is at this point lately where she's very interested in the childhoods of her moms and her aunts/uncles, so she might have heard about Casey & Daisy and tucked it into her mind. We'll see.
But if not: well, her aunt M definitely has some hook on the other world and mda has always said that I have magical powers, so maybe the girl's Irish is starting to come out.
