She was raised in her formative years right next to a ferret (and had crazy play moves she learned from him) ... she was an early fan of the o.g. pit bull in the family named Demon since she would run from anywhere in the house into his room early in the morning (around this time twenty years ago, Demon slept with DJ, who went to work at the crack of dawn) ... she would walk up behind someone sitting on the couch and gently touch them on the shoulder so that they'd look at her and she could sniff them to see if they could stay.
And she would run from one end of the house into the kitchen at the other end where I was standing and use me as the ladder to get to the top of the fridge (and she didn't care if I was wearing a shirt). Basically -- whether you wanted to admit or not -- SHE was in charge.
