She and her litter mates had been rescued from abandonment in San Felipe.
When we got her at barely 8 weeks old she would only huddle in a corner or curl up into you.
I was smitten.
Six years and 35 pounds later she no longer is a little weakling.
She is a tornado that sweeps through our house.
Her barks can be heard from the sidewalk.
As she runs up and down the stairs she sounds like a thunderstorm rolling over the house.
To say she exasperates me is an understatement.
Her craziness is our normal.
But I am still smitten.
♥What sweetness do you have this week?♥