My little grand-dog, Gingirl, was a feisty little love and beyond crazy, happy when she came to see Gram and Gramps. My daughter often dropped her off, which meant our own little dog, Pepper, had to retreat outdoors; for when Gingirl arrived, she ruled! She was always so excited to see us that she ran like a wild Indian all through the house, yelping at the top of her lungs. She brought big smiles to our hearts and often made me think how we should all be so exuberant when we see those we love!
When my daughter would return to pick her up, Gingirl would run and hide. Just like a grandchild, she never wanted to go home. Miranda would have to chase her from room to room and when she finally caught her, Gingirl would snap and growl at her, (a hilarious show that my husband and I thoroughly anticipated each time Miranda returned.) One time Miranda grabbed her up and Gingirl was growling and snapping, as always, when suddenly she slightly bit Miranda's finger. Miranda was a typical mom, "Did you just BITE me? Oh no! You didn't just bite me!" (Oh yes, I think she did). lol. Of course, Pepper was more than ready for her to leave, but we never let on to Gingirl that we had any devotion at all to her number one arch enemy. Gingirl was one little dog who brought a lot of laughter and joy into our lives. And, Miranda was the best master to this feisty little one. She doted on her for many wonderful years...and until the very end. Rest in peace sweet girl. We will miss you dearly.