Okay, back to my puppyhood story. When I arrived in Colorado, Kirby was eleven years old and Sunny was seven. Kirby was a handsome gentleman Scottie and Sunny was, well, a big girl! Both of them had lived with Wen since they were about eight weeks old, so they were definitely established residents. To me though, what they were was HUGE. I was just a little squirt who had no one around who was my size and that was a little scary. It seemed as though every move I made was scrutinized by Scottie eyes and when I would approach them to play, I got the EVIL EYE. This was going to be a challenge!!!!
I see you, Riley!
