My very good friend, Jami....

Jami and I are friends. Ok...I am HER friend, anyway. She's a Chihuahua and she's pretty grumpy. So far she's had two litters of pups and they've been re-homed. I like that term "rehomed". Jami is not a mother type person. She growls sorta really low in the throat just enough to say "Back off, Dude" when somebody gets near.

Mom tells me that I shouldn't take it personally. It's not like the Barkley twins - Bella and Bonnie - down the hall. They yap at EVERYTHING, but then you gotta understand. They're Maltese, and Maltese kids are just like that. No, with Jami I think it's because she doesn't know how to be friends or get along. She didn't get to go to Puppy School like I did.

I told her dad, my Uncle Fidel, that I'd mentor her. Yup. I would do that for my good friend, Jami. She really has a good heart, I think.

Love, Mary-Margaret

PS: See what I mean? Jami is like totally everly so standoffish (another word I like), but it's hard to make friends unless you know how to BE a friend. :o)