The Girls

Yes, I know they aren’t humans and therefore aren’t as big of a commitment, but that doesn’t make them any less my babies.

Sasha, the timid and skittish one has an outtie belly-button, likes to play with balls similar to a kitten, and can’t help but wag her whole body when excited. She’s also afraid of hard floors, whines at my reflection in the mirror, and sleeps with her sister under our bed at night and in the sunlight during the day. Her grandmother says she’s the fastest dog ever.

Lita, our little hippo…well at least when we first got her. Her poor belly was swollen so much that it swayed from side to side when she walked and almost touched the ground. The day we met her she had a calm demeanor, which wore off with the drugs she was on from being fixed, after that she was diabolical. Thankfully she’s not the piranha she was as a puppy, but she’s still a rascal. She wants dearly to be dominated by her big sister, and won’t stop pestering her until she does. Lita also loves to chase balls that bounce, but has no interest in running far or bringing balls back. Goober. She has brindle tiger stripes and this strange extra toe on her back right leg. And for no reason, other than being strange himself, my husband calls her Lita Lubick, after Sonny Lubick.