Six years ago, I picked you from a picture on the Internet. There were only two pups left unclaimed in your litter, and I had to choose between you and a a white pup with big black patches. I loved your honey color, though, so I chose you.
When Matt and I drove all the way to Ohio to pick you up at the farm selling miniature Rat Terrier puppies, you were the last one to be picked up. The moment when we first saw you, you were all alone, huddled insecurely in the back corner of the pen. The farmer's wife put you into my hands and I instantly knew that you were going to be the best gift I'd ever be given in my life.