Puppy

It's really sad that this is the only picture I had on my computer of Puppy. I got Puppy on my 11th birthday when she was just 6 weeks old. She was all hair and no body! Boy, was she cute. She piddled on the floor out of excitement or fear, it was hard to tell which. When anyone came in the door, she would wiggle and waggle her whole hind end.

We named her Muffin but it just didn't stick. "Here, Muffin Muffin!" Just didn't work like "Here Puppy Puppy". So she was a Puppy even when she was old.

We already had a dog, Dolly, but she loved my mom best. I really wanted a puppy. Really, really bad. And my birthday wish was granted. I had visions of her sleeping in my bed and being MY loyal dog forever. But for some reason (probably because my mom fed her along with Dolly) she loved my mom best, too. She followed my mom around and slept in my mom's bed.

I still liked her though. She was the middle child of sorts. Dolly was like the first born perfectionist. And after Puppy, Butch came along and he was the youngest-cute and spoiled rotten! And poor Puppy became the good dog in the middle that nobody paid much attention to and everyone took for granted.

At nearly 15 years old she was getting to be a granny. She was the last remaining of the 3 Musketeers.

She was a sweet good girl and I will miss her. And I imagine that the threesome is back together.

Love you, Puppy!
December 1992-November 10, 2007