At first my sister hated me. She tried to eat me. Really. And I think she would have succeeded if I weren't in a crate with a wire door seperating us. I loved her right away, but it took her a while to warm up to me. I again want to say that I LOVE HER! I call her Mean Sister because she says mean things about me (she used to call me a naked, writhing, albino rodent) but I know deep down she cares about me too. I don't know if I would use the word "LOVE", but I'm working on that. She'll eventually get there. Here's me and my family, the first full day we were together.
I had some nifty clothes right from the start. :-) I was very white because I had never been in the sun (I'll get tan in the summer) and my face was shaved very close because Evil Lady wanted me to look like a "normal" dog I think. I didn't even have any of my freckles yet! You can see some scratches and skin irritations in this picture: