Meeting Missy Sue..

On a hazy Saturday morning in Sept. 7 years ago hubby and I left our quiet home where we lived the life of two nearly ready to retire people, with the intention of "visiting some animal shelters and the humane society" to 'look at' some dogs. After the first walk through the stinky halls of, and viewing the cages of, the humane society we left seeking fresh air and happened to drive past a Pet Smart. 

A sign on the outside of the building proclaimed they had puppies inside. 

"Oh! let's go look", (I think those words came from my mouth, not really sure, but please don't ever say them unless you are convinced you would love to have a canine pet.. please hear these words as you read them on this page).

The puppies were irresistable, honestly, the ears, so adorable..

we picked an active mixed breed female puppy.  The fact she was half pit bull was not a problem, we were told, as the British used pit bulls as nannies, they trust them to be gentle with children. Since I'm 1/4 British I thought, "well, they must be right!". Plus the puppy was half beagle (try to find those markings, you'll be looking a long time).

Missy Sue came home with us. We showed her off to our kids and grandchildren, she prompted knocked over a 3 year old. 

We bought a training cage, food, rawhide chewy snacks and took her and two grandchildren to our summer place for the night.

The first morning I awoke to discover our little Missy's tummy does not tolerate rawhide chewy snacks. Her tummy rejects rawhide chewy snacks and spews them in very direction, including walls, floor and cage, plus herself.

The adventures continue to this day.

Missy's jobs;

Comforting  sick children.

Playing with her friends; Hawk and BayLee

Locating her bed regardless of where we leave it.

Enjoying a book and snuggle time.

Keeping company with Sideline Grandma.

Resting. On. Whatever. She. Pleases.

I see you peeking at me Missy.

blessings to all..

Sideline Grandma.