She never was an ordinary dog. From the get-go she personified an aura of evil incarnate.
I recall the drive home from central Washington state with the 5 week old puppy in a basket directly behind the drivers seat. The ungodly howling and banshee baying from that small animal were indeed unsettling to say the least.
She had been placed in the basket to keep her safe, snuggled protectivly between two small girl children who had just christened her with the name of "Polly".
The noisy drama continued until we decided to stop for awhile to let her out and clear our heads of the intense screaming eminating from the now exausted canine with the Polly-wally-doodle-all-the -day identity.
This was the begining of life with the evil beagle.
Three years later....
Polly is as much a part of our family as...eh...ahem!.......I am.
Although she is still very evil..(and coniving)...she is sweet, fun loving and hungry nearly all the time.
She has become quite ROUND lately but this atribute is her excuse to sleep 80% of the time.....working up energy for her next meal.
We still love ya, Polly Pooper.
Trixie Good Body.
