Gingerbear

Her name is it really Gingerbear now it's Tony, but boy has this little lady had a bunch of names. When I first got her her name was Glorious that absolutely would not do so she quickly became Gingerbear. When she was adopted the first time her family named her Pumpkin-also terrible. When she went to her final forever home she was named Tony because of her likeness to Tony Soprano when she ate rawhide sticks. It looked like she was smoking a cigar so Tony it is, but she will always be Gingerbear to me. Her paw-lter ego is Lucille Ball, a beautiful redhead with a penchant for crazy antics. She once dragged me across the dog park to see her original savior Charlotte, and she made a habit of taking over Carmela's little shoebox sized bed. Hilarious unless you were me or Carmela. In her she has grown a little more tame in her older age, much like Lucille Ball who put some of her shenanigans aside later on in life. She still has some of that mischievous spirit and if given the opportunity she will squeeze into an inappropriately sized space or snatch a plate of  unattended food off the coffee table. Old habits I guess, but if it aint broke.... just laugh