Oh, she's a
tough one to figure out, all right. The basics are easy: she loves,
loves, LOVES to fetch, hates, hates, HATES to have her mouth and
feet touched, and is the apple of her doggie mamma's eye. And man,
can she hold a grudge. Ugh, if looks could talk. "I hate you!
You're not my real mom!" Yeah, I know that look real
well. And it's not like I don't give her all the baby carrots she
wants, let her sit in the front seat, or throw the ball over and
over and over and over and over and...
