I really did not think I would be obsessed with Lucy when we got her. She was supposed to be my husbands dog. She was a rescue and so scared and skinny, that how could you not want to pamper and spoil her? I tell myself that I am not obsessed with her, but I could be wrong. I do know that she is obsessed with me, or at the very least possesive of me. Where ever I am, she is there. She protects me from my big German Shepherd, which is too funny. She growls at him and he just ignores her. Even the cats have decided she is all bluff.
She is no longer a scared and skinny girl. She has confidence now, and that is a wonderful thing. |