As a guesstimate, this week is Twiggy's third birthday. I've had her a year and a half. She is a diva, 2 pounds 14 ounces of pure attitude. So fearless when it's about the other dogs, so scared when it comes to people. She still belly crawls to me to pick her up and sits and shakes for about 5 minutes after I pick her up. Her life must have been pure torture before I got her. Then being run over and put in a crate and ignored, it's a wonder she is as sweet as she is. I love and admire her spirit and sassiness.
Picture from the pound before I got her

Exploring the house

Having a good roll in the grass

So tiny

That scary soda can

Modling her pretty clothes

Starting to use her bad leg to walk

Sunbathing

Hanging with Smoke

Out in the backyard, almost lost in the grass

The tall and the short

Running with Babushka