Yeah, Sasha loved to hit. She once slapped an ex-boyfriend of mine so hard, she left a paw-print!

Sadly though, I have neither Sasha or Kiche. They both died within 6 months of each other from Lymphosarcoma. Kiche was only six and Sasha was 12.

Another funny Sasha moment:

When I would sit on the floor to watch tv, I'd usually hug my knees to my chest and pull my T-shirt over my legs creating a kind of hammock between my chin and knees. Sasha used to love to sleep there.

One day, I had a 4 month old Chihuahua taking up that space. She was so tiny, Sasha didn't see her, so she came over to hop up into her "spot". She stood up, placing her front paws on my knees, ready to jump in and noticed the puppy.

I barely got the words, "Don't you dare-" out when Sasha quickly slaps the poor pup upside the head 3 times and then she took off running. *lol* She KNEW she had just done wrong, so she took off running so I wouldn't spank her.


I have the next two days off, so I will have to finish transerring my photographs from my old computer to my new one so I can share them with everyone.