She lives in a town home in North Logan, and it's all I can do to keep her busy enough to stay sane. But, she does the same for me--keeps me sane. Before Lizzy, life was growing quite quite flat. No more. Watched her for 2 days before deciding she was the pup for me. She didn't show any signs of aggression and she didn't "smother" me with needy licking and pawing. She loves attention, but she's very much her own person, too. I thought she was cute then.
As she's grown she's just grown cuter and sweeter and more lovely and loving. Remember that old folk song/commercial? "I'd like to buy the world a coke, and keep it company..." that's Lizzy.
The whole world is supposed to be friends.
That only applies to living creatures, though. If you're any kind of stuffed or squeaky thingy, well...
I buy CHEAP toys--there's NO point to any other kind.
Unless it's hard enough to break her teeth, it ain't gonna last.
On May 11th (HB to you, too, Paul!) she'll turn 9 months old.
She'll play happily with any dog or anything, of any size, that'll let her.
I'm utterly mesmerized by this pooch!
LIZZY LOVES SNOW!!!
Back when we had tons of it this winter, there wasn't a day too cold and there's no such thing as too much snow for a Lizzy.
Everybody loves Lizzy!
So, we're one happier than ever family!
There's a regular stream of canine pals over here to visit these days,
when we're not at the dog park or hiking in the canyons:
So, if life's become a little too sad, flat or uninteresting, you need a Lizzy. Not MY Lizzy.
But, dog's are the best!
And there simply isn't another dog half as classy, sweet and perfect in every way!
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.