Mia Luce Priscilla

Pris was my second IG, and so much different from my first. Where Sophia is more aloof and independent, Pris likes to jump into my arms and be carried around - tummy side up - and given lots of kisses. If I'm busy at a playdate, anyone's arms will do, too.

Prissy gained her freedom from a backyard breeder when I acquired her - thinking I'd foster and place her - on Independence Day 2001. She has the distinction of being my first 'foster failure.' She's my oldest IG, born November 1997. However, don't for a second believe she's an old lady dog! She can still easily clear a 4-foot-tall exercise pen, or squeeze herself out a cracked car window...she's Houdini! Pris schemes to dig through the wastebaskets, sneak into the cat litter box for snacks and swipe food from the kitchen counter, but I figure after all our years together, if I'm dense enough to leave doors open or trash accessible or food unattended, then I deserve whatever mischief she doles out.

Pris is very active - still competes in straight racing - and the smartest dog I've ever trained. Or, I should say, attempted to train. To this day, she's never taken a training class, but quickly learned basic obedience on her own. Of course, she honors no 'command.' To Pris, I'm simply making requests, and she'll judge whether or not to comply with my requests. Fortunately, she's very food motivated and likes behavior-shaping, rather than repetitious exercises, so training is fun for both of us.

She is a prankster, too. She's now 12 years old, and I've given up waiting for her to outgrow playing tricks on me!

Pris & Sophia - BFFs

Age 5 - engaging in her beloved pastime - sunbathing.

Age 11 - still racing