calliecritturs
Posted : 12/14/2010 6:09:41 PM
My heart dog Prissy -- a little pom/peke mix -- met her as soon as she skidded to a stop at the bottom of The Bridge. Prissy looked up at her and smiled as ONLY Pris can and said "Well, you aren't MY Sissy, but ANY Sissy is a good Sissy and I know your Man knew my Sissy so WELCOME Sissy!! I'm Prissy!"
My mother ALWAYS called me Sissy -- when I was 19 my mother informed me SHE was far far too young to be "grandma" to a DOG. Sooooo I became "Sissy" and funny thing was, it always was far far more a "sister" relationship than mom/dog. Pris darned near raised me and taught ME all she could about how to do RIGHT by a dog.
So Prissy woulda thot that was a fitting greeting -- trust me. That dog was about as 'shy' as I am!! For a little pom/peke mix she was Miss Bossy Boots and Miss Organizer. But for a dog she had a sense of humor and she would have felt it VERY important to be there for YOUR Sissy just because she deserved it!!
*hugs* to all of you -- I know the hole in your heart that is Sissy-sized is pretty darned big.