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This is my girl. Huggy has been with me through many years of life experience. No matter what stage of adult
rebellion I was in, she was always there right beside me in the passenger seat with her head out the
window and wind in her face. She is a Border Collie mix (although my Mom would have you believe she is a Cannan...but how an Israeli-bred dog would have shown up in the middle of the country in Atwater is a mystery!). I'm not sure what she's mixed with, but I always threatened to have a DNA test done on her to settle the argument! I was driving home to the ranch from work one night, it must have been a Sunday because it was still light outside - twilight. I pulled over to the side of the road where our mailbox was and out of nowhere I see this black and white thing running circles around my car. I wasn't sure what it was right away, but then it came to a stop right in front of me. As I bent down to see what this beautiful little puppy was all about, she got on her hind legs and wrapped her front paws around my neck...and that's where she got her name. She and I have been attached at the hip ever since. She's definitely Mommy's girl. When Huggy was a puppy she was a likely candidate for the Glutton Bowl. She would eat EVERYTHING! She did this until she was two. Here's a tally of her path of destruction: Three remote controls Two cordless phones Numerous CD Covers 1/4 of a bedroom door 1/3 of a couch She still has an eating disorder, except now it's a lot more involved. She topples the trash and drags it all over the living room. She even goes so far as to break into the cookie cabinet and helps herself to the treats inside rather than waiting for her humans to give them to her. She's completely out of control, but she's still Mommy's little angel and never gets in trouble. AKA: Huglas McArthur, Huglas Adams, Huggetha Christie, Hugstable, Huggy LaLa, Lawless Pitalis, Hugs, Huggerbutt, Fleabag, Huggysaurus Rex, Trash Doggie, Poopie Pants (from the really bad trash days!), Monkey Strange Habits: Will sit in the shower when she thinks she's in trouble because she hates baths and it's her own way of punishing herself for being bad Vices: Anything edible and in paw's reach...especially the cat's food. |