Arrival Story: I was very little, but I remember visiting the breeder's place with my parents and they picked out a puppy and had its nails painted red to remember which one they wanted.
Bio: Frosty was a great dog. I remember the day I could no longer pick her up ^^; She attacked me once outside pretty bad when I was little, but I love her anyways, she was just playing but I was small. She grew up to be very sickly and had some sort of cancer and grew very thin and weak, and was hit by a car one day and wasn't really the same after. She died while we were on vacation in florida, I'm sorry I never got to say goodbye like I ment it, but when we left I gave her a hug. I'd gotten used to thinking "this might be the last time I see her.." and while I'm sad, but I'm very happy about the time I spent with her.