Mom adopted me when I was about 6 weeks old. I've been running the house ever since. I may be getting old, but I'm full of spice. I do keep my big sister, Maggi in line. She barks too much. Back to me, I love to chase balls. Don't always bring them back though. Balls have been my thing since day one. Let me tell you, Nobody messes with my balls. They are MINE. Some people thing I have quite an attitude, but it's really just my pleasing personality. I'm really very loveable and I know my Mom thinks so too. There are some things I really can't tolerate One is going to the vet. Mom has to drag me there when she thinks I need to go. I hate it because they think it's cute to cut my nails. Then too, I just got that awful shot in the butt for rabies. I tell you, it's not easy always being a good girl. Another thing, SNOW. I try to be the trail blazer here, but let me tell you, with these short little legs it's not easy. I know I'm a very lucky pooch because Mom loves me so much. Oh yes, she gives the best belly rubs.