AWWW.........I remember Sunny's big day. Do you remember this?

Sunny's poem: "an ode to my uterus"

I haven't known you very long, I'm really still a pup. We won't let you get full grown, your breeding days are up.

So many doggies need good homes; it really is so sad. Mom says to bring more pups would be really really bad.

I won't have to suffer Heat and have howling at my door. I get to be a spoiled pup and won't act like a whore.