When I got her, she was chubby and black with a small patch of white on her belly. She wasn't ever in trouble, even though (being 5) I always blamed my faults on her. She was the kind of dog any person could never get mad at. Especially with her big, deep, caramel eyes. I fed her, played with her, walked her and even tried to bathe her, but she left me anyway. But, we grew up together; she was my best friend. You would have never known a wonderful puppy grow into such a wonderful dog.