Mrs. Daisy pants. I love her. This was when she was a brand new member of our family and was still to excitable to hang out with the baby. Daisy and the baby are looking at eachoether thru the window. I got both of them in the reflection. But now she is allowed to hang out with the kid, she is an old hat and the baby can lay on her and she will just let him do whatever. A good dog is priceless.