Sasha loved everything about being a dog. Even though she was a little, fluffy, white maltese she saw herself as a big pitbull. She could tear up dog toys like no one's business. She would be so happy when we got home from work. She would run in big circles around the yard, sometimes so fast she would fall down! When she first moved in with us she promptly ate a huge bowl of cat food, which caused her to moan and groan over her bloated tummy, then promptly puke it all up. The pieces not even chewed. She would "clean" the cat boxes for us. Of course this meant for changes in the set up of the cat's things. Including the types of cat toys we could buy. Sasha would eat those little fur toy mice for cats. She loved spring and summer the best because her favourite snacks were in season, dandylions and violets. She was clutzy, too, but she could laugh at herself. She might be so excited if a piece of food fell on the floor that she would hit her head on the coffee table or door frame. She would shake it off and do a dog laugh with that big dog smile! Sasha truly enjoyed life. T.V. shows or ads with doorbell sounds set her into watch dog mode so deeply you had to bring her out side to show her no one was there. I think she thought she scared them away. I let her believe that and praised her for her excellent guard work. After a hard day of dog life she loved bed time. You would ask her, "is it bed time?" She would run to the door for her last out side of the day, run back in and run straight down the hall for the bedroom. She would get into bed and fall right asleep. The next morning she would get up happy and excited for another fun day. We miss her so much now. Cancer took it's toll and she couldn't have fun like she wanted to. She visits my dreams now. Some are sad some are funny. See you again on day Sasha. Untill then, keep having a blast, I love you.