In Loving Memory of Lady Gwenivere

When I was a little girl we had a huge German Sheppard named Duke. My sister and I would feed him mud pies and he'd bark if the neighborhood kids got too close to our yard. He and our siamese cat Boots And Socks were the only pets we had growing up. We begged my mom over the years, she but never gave in.

Curled up on a couch pillow with her summer puppy cut.

In hindsight I don't blame her, but at the time it seemed so unfair! So I vowed to get a dog as soon as I moved out on my own.

It didn't take long. My first roommate, Nikki, had rescued a lost pekingese and grew very attached by the time she found it's owners. So she was on a mission to find one of her very own. When she found a litter of puppies for sale, I went with her -- just to look! But as soon as I saw those tiny little fluff balls I was in love.

Nikki picked up a little black one, handed her to me and said, "This one's yours."