Great thread. I had someone tell me dogs didn't have personalities. I told him it was obvious he'd never had a dog.

Now for my kids....

Max - My gentle old soul. He is the undisputed leader of the house. No one messes with Bubba. He's never had to do or say anything, but everyone knows he's in charge. Once he settled down (after the chewy puppy stage) he has just gotten better with each passing year.

Carly - My beautiful girl. The only dog I can trust 100% of the time to come when I call. She is the only one allowed off leash outside the fence. She is challenged daily by Molly and she never retaliates. And she has the most beautiful eyes that reflect her gentle, kind soul. If Carly barks, you'd better go look because there is something out there.

Molly - My wild child. We refer to her as the Yorkshire Terrorist. Spastic, hysterical, or whatever you want to call it. You couldn't give me a million dollars to give her to you, but you couldn't give me a million dollars to take another like her. She barks most of the time just to hear herself bark. But she is so cute, she makes me laugh most of the time.

Kirby - My Baboo. He's a velcro dog. As long as someone will touch him, he's happy. I can groom him, cut his nails, whatever and he'll let me do it. He does have moments of absolute, total and complete happiness that we call bichon blitzing during which he runs around at top speed with a huge smile on his face.

Muffin - The princess. She is dainty and fussy just like a princess. She is 100% my SOs dog. She is his velcro dog. He sits, she sits next to him. She tolerates me since he's gone, but if he came home she wouldn't look twice at me.