 I think it's time to tell a little about this little lady and her personality. Right now, which is January 24th, 2003 she's roughly 9 and 1/2 weeks old. She went in for her first round of shots yesterday and weighs in at 12 pounds. She handled the visit like an old pro, we were very proud of her. She did growl at the only other dog in there, but she thought the cats were very cool. She met Matt's dog, a bassett hound named Chaos once and bit him on the nose. But in her defense, when we got her she was one of 18 dogs/puppies and had to learn to be a scrapper at a very young age. She has the scars to prove it too. Mo is a little thief. When I tell her to wake Josh and Scott up in the morning, she does it by stealing their things and running off with them. This is how she decided from day 1 is the best way to wake these two. With Craig, she just nips at his face, but with the older two, she grabs whatever they've left lay on the floor next to the bed and takes off running! One morning they thought they would fool her and hide everything, so she grabbed a jacket that one of them left on the floor, went through the pockets until she found a pen and then took off running! I've never laughed so hard in my life. She also sneaks socks. She knows she's not supposed to have socks, so anytime you see her laying on the floor and looking sad, look closer . . . Chances are the tip of a sock will be sticking out from under her chin. She hides them under her head. This dog is a smartass. She fits right in. BACK NEXT |
