Every time a door was opened, she would try to make a break for it - at lightning fast speed. Sometimes she succeeded and those were some very trying times for all of us. I guess we didn't know then about leashes and crates. She weighed 7 lbs. She loved me so much that she once proudly presented me with one of her most prized possessions.
Sonny loves 'em.
The next morning, as I first began to awaken, I felt something in my opened hand. I looked under the covers and Spud's gleaming face was the first thing I saw as she guarded the contents of my hand. On the day that Chiquita died, I noticed that Spud had a fatty tumor, just below her breastbone. Her vet said it was not malignant and it was no problem. So we just left it alone.