Twelve years ago today, I went to the local shelter and found this little ball of fire. Since I had a house full of Great Danes, I needed someone who could stand her ground, even though she weighed all of a pound and could fit in the toe of my shoe. She was eight weeks old.Emma never let size get in her way. And you know she’s lives to boss Bixby around, just like she bossed her other Danes around. Here she let’s Shelby know who is boss.
This year the most I’ll probably get is a new pair of boots. LOL.