Little Miss Fancy sways that tri-color coat as polished as any Southern Beauty. Her tail wags as soon as her eyes open and I seriously see her smile sometimes. I caught myself calling her Happy one day, because she appears to be happy all the time. Wierd, I know. Ha.
Miss Fancy watches Little Miss Petunia like a hawk, making sure she stays out of trouble; that's a BIG handful for one Basset Hound to handle. So, Miss Izzy comes to Miss Fancy's aide from time to time.
Since Miss Fancy was six months old she's called The Country Jungle her home; but we, her human's, are the one's blessed!
