Sunny

She Was

          There she is. Staring me down with her hunting look. It's sharp, watchful, and it used to be playful. We saw it every time she needed to remind us who the leader of our house was. She would jump high when I played with her, and she would twist and flop around in the air. Let's not forget how much of a daddy's girl she was. The only time she was let out without a leash was when her daddy took her, and they would take naps on the couch together, both sprawled out. After her couple hour naps she would bully play with our older dog, she's the younger of the two so she always won the fights they had. When she was a puppy she gave herself nerve damage in her ear so, it never fell like it should have, and she was so expressive with her ears. We got her at six weeks, we poorly trained her, but we still loved her so much. 

          She was the second little mutt of our family. We saw her parents when we bought her, a female Jack Russell Terrier, and a male dachshund. Her body was a Dachshund, her nose was shorter, ears shorter, but her personality was Jack Russell. Her energy was large. She got her mothers white coat, but black toes, and a furless stomach. Her little body produced a loud, meaningful voice, and she always talked to us when she was in a playful mood. She was a pretty little mutt.