Bonnie

Bonnie has been adopted.

My daddy died, but I don't really understand that. I just know I miss him. At least Julia, my big canine sister and protector is here with me. I really wish I had a new daddy, or a mommy would be ok too. I miss snuggling up under the covers at night. Now I just cuddle with Julia. I don't mind kids, but I am really not use to them and would much prefer to be in a home with a retired person who will just let me cuddle up to them. I'm not big on exercise, but my rescue mom says I need to take off a pound or two to get to my trim 14 pound healthy weight.
This place is nice and we have a huge room all to ourselves, but the doggie door to the yard is a bit tricky for someone my size. It was made for big dogs with long legs. Julia holds the flap open for me while I work to step over the bottom. It is hard, but I would never potty in the house.
I'll be getting a bath and hair cut soon. Not sure I am all that enthused, but I am a bit stinky right now. Daddy was sick for a long time so my regular grooming was kind of forgotten. I'll look like a different girl; even cuter then I am now.