Eight pounds of unhousebroken, boundless energy.
I took her to the vet the next morning for her first shot and to be dewormed (and was she full of them, poor thing).
She's supposed to be hubby's dog. I wish he were home all day so he could
It's hard to get a sharp photo of such a squirmy, wiggly thing. But she is sweet. My calling her "Little Sister" developed into her name "Sissy". (In a similar fashion, my childhood dog was named "You Too". He was unnamed for so long; my grandfather would tell the other dogs to do something, and say "and you too." It stuck.)
Did I mention she's not housebroken?
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