One minute she is sitting there minding her own business, the next she is zooming back and forth through the living room. While she is running, she is snorting. She sounds like a little pig. Her "other" name is Oinky Doink. She is pretty darned fast for such a little thing. Once during a wobbler, she ran right into my shin, so hard it forced a squeek out of her! Little turd.
The wobbler is over, and now she is harrassing Monk. Poor Monk. He is so good with her. The worst thing he does is is snap at her. Ever seen a picture of a wolf snarling? That's pretty much Monk when he is tired of her. He looks vicious, but he never lays a tooth on her. Even when she is pinching his feet or hanging off his ears. He should be put up for sainthood! She is relentless, but he always wins in the end! It's MY toy and you can't have it you little turd!
