[Tink's Mom]

When I was a young girl, we had a cockapoo that had such sensitive feelings.

My brother used to pet her and tell her in the softest, nicest voice that she was the ugliest, stupidest dog he had ever seen and she would get up and turn around with her back to him and sit looking at the wall. Then I would go rescue her and tell her in the same kind of voice that she was beautiful and wonderful and how much I loved her and her little tail would wag and she'd get all excited. I swear she knew the difference no matter how we tried to pretend.

She also loved to get her charco-snap for a treat and she would do all her tricks and sit patiently and wait for out other dog to finish his ttricks so dad would go get her treat. Sometimes he would give Tibby his treat and forget her treat and just praise her and she would put her mouth over his hand and "take" him to the treat jar so he would get her treat. She was such a delight. I miss that little Princess.