Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Yesterday I talked about our little boy poodle, Mr. Spike.
Today, here's his sister, Lilly.
She's the baby of the family, the last puppy born in her litter.
She was also WAY bigger than the other puppies, and at three years old, is by far the biggest of all our dogs.
Her personality is the equivalent of a person who like to live fast, drive fast, eat junk food, etc.
She's emotionally fragile, if you get onto her, she mopes and gets really, really pitiful looking, and she'll wake you up in the night to get you to love on her and rub her belly.
If we leave food on the counter in the kitchen, she sits below the counter on the floor, looking up to where her nose has determined the food must be sitting and will bark incessantly until you have to get up and put the food away. (or give it to her of course.) That's what she's doing in the top photo, we'd had pizza and she was barking for the left overs up on the counter above her.
The bottom photo is of Lilly laying on Number One Daughter's bed, behind Mr. Spike.
She's cute, funny, and sweet.