Mitzi is Daddies little girl and whenever I tell her "no" she goes to him and promptly gets away with it. Every morning she jumps on my chest and wants her neck rubbed and gives me a total facial with her busy little tongue (I'm 55 and have no wrinkles!) When she gets a treat she takes it and parades in front of us like a model: look what a pretty and smart dog I am! She loves to go for a ride in the truck and for bike rides where she sits in a baby carrier on Daddies chest. She doesn't like to walk in the grass and takes no advantage of our big back yard, maybe because she grew up in an apartment.
