Delicate Little Flower

“How big is she going to get,” I asked Space Bunny. “Oh, around 70 pounds.” Okay, a little bigger than her much-loved Rottweiler cross who we lost to a car two years ago, but not too much. I can deal with it. She took her Delicate Little Flower to the vet yesterday – 83 pounds of very athletic muscle.

Fortunately, she’s very sweet, though her bark sounds as if it begins somewhere down around the 6th circle of Hell. It’s always amusing to answer the doorbell and see the deliverymen standing 15-20 feet from the door. She’s pretty, too, for a linebacker of a dog that looks as if it could eat a Doberman for breakfast.