I came to live with my Mum in 2003, I think I was about 18mth - 2yrs old then. I was a rescue dog and had been badly mistreated in the past. I used to be too frightened to bark and I was scared of the dark, now I am only scared of the vet!.
I live to play, with anything, with anyone and anywhere. My Mum say's I am very well behaved and the only thing I do wrong is to bring the cats dish in to my basket when Mums out. Mum looks at me disaprovingly, and I bow my head in shame and give her that woe is me look - Then she say's "it's a good job I love you, or you would be in real trouble lady" - then she hugs me.
I suffer from epilepsy, and I frighten the life out of Mum everytime I have a fit, I don't get have them very often - maybe once or twice a year. . - Mums say's thats quite enough.
OOh wasn't Christmas fun, I had lots of pressies, new toys and bones, and lots of lovely food to eat.
It was snowing over Christmas here - still is in fact.
I love the snow, its great to run and play in and eat if I am thirsty. Mum doesn't seem so keen to play as I am though, she says "its too cold Sasha" - Cold - Cold I'm not cold I could stay out here for hours.