I was born 7 years ago, having 5 brothers and sisters. My folks took me home finally and I was the queen of the place, though that older girl, Blaize hurt me and my best friend Cruiser bit me in the eye (it weeps to this day!). But I had a great life. I got walks in the park and jumped into the river once. But my mommy had a harness on me and hauled me out.

Cruiser was really bold and when a loose bulldog challenged him he took him on and I ran off, dragging my leash, to help protect him. We were attacked by Labradors and Rottweilers, a pit bull and a Neapolitan, among others. We always told them what to do with themselves and were never hurt.

My folks say my worst adventure was when I snuck out of the car as a 6 month old on Mt Rainier and they didn't know until an hour later. I hid behind the seat a lot. They raced down the mountain, flying faster than that car should have gone, but the ranger at the campground had found me and all was safe, though my folks said they were 10 years older.

I showed in dogs shows, but I never liked it. I hate having my hair pulled, so I was always sad at shows. I stood very still, though. However, I wouldn't put my tails or ears up much. Finally, Mommy had enough and then they made me have puppies. I loved them, I really did, until they got so big and wild I couldn't control them anymore. You will see them here: Brownie, Markie and Tessa. Their sister, Little Red, died at 6 weeks. Very sad.

I do earthdogging though. I was good until I figured out in the Senior level that the rats were removed to a garbage can, so I quit running tunnels and went straight to the garbage can after that. I have not gotten a Senior title.

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