My Better Half, Piper

While I'm on a roll of introducing myself, to know me is to know my dog. I adopted her August 1st of last year from the Virginia Beach SPCA. Its funny because my whole life I have always wanted a yellow lab or a mastiff or a golden retriever or something that weighed at least 75 lbs. However, the minute I saw Piper behind bars, I had to have her. (And to her defense, she plays fetch like a big dog, runs like a big dog--or cheetah, perhaps, doesn't bark unless you're in a UPS truck, and swims in the ocean.) Unfortunately the SPCA wasn't able to give me much information on her background. All they knew was that she came from Virginia Beach Animal Control the day before, and that she was some kind of poodle mix. My vet, who I adore by the way, thinks she is malti-poo because of her ears and apricot coloring. He also said by her teeth that she looks 2 or 3. So I'm pretending her third birthday will be this August 1, and yes there will be cake and presents.