My mom put a curse on me back when I was a teenager. She told me, "I hope you have a daughter just like you someday." Ha! I just won't have kids! Wrong, I got my curse in dog-form.
Happy is ridiculously goofy, uncoordinated, stubborn, sweet, and one hell of a playground monitor. She can't stand it if one of the other dogs growls playing tug-of-war, or the kitties wrestle. She will come and try to break up any perceived fight. This foster-failure is an absolute whore for attention and knows how to work a room. Please don't wear black clothes when you come visit.
