This is What Sassy Looks Like

Here's Miss Sassy. She goes, and goes, and goes non-stop, until she drops in her tracks. She's referred to as "busy" by friends and family who are too polite to use the word "wild". She also inherited my rubber-face, which means it's next to impossible to get a good picture of her; if her body's not moving, her face is. Sassy doesn't talk very much, but doesn't have to since she has a family of slaves at her disposal.

She is also headstrong (I'm thinking this is a girl trait, no?) and stubborn, but she's figured aout a strategy for herself: charm. She crinkles her nose at you, pats your hand, hugs you, and then proceeds to do just as she wishes, despite your protests. She loves her big Sissy with an unswerving devotion that is sweet to see. My prayer is that the two of them are each other's best friends for life.