skip to main |
skip to sidebar
This little monster came into the world on September 19, 2003. We named her Vanna White and thought she might act like a lady. We were dead wrong. I should have realized that those eyes meant trouble. Although knowing what I know now I still would have taken her home with me. Vanna quickly began to receive a plethora of names: Vanna-roo, Vanna-bee, and my personal favorite Vanna-NO! One day she jumped out of my moving
vehicle and earned the name, Vanna the Wonder dog. Luckily she didn't get hurt. She was fearless and stubborn. A typical boxer. Never in a million years would I have ever imagined I would fall this much in love. She passes gas. She lets out a huge sigh when upset. She thinks she owns me. She has an attitude. And uses my bed sheets as an after-dinner napkin. She is my baby and there are very few things that I would change about her. I love her. She has got me through the hardest times of my life.