Chevy has been with us her whole life. Her daddy, Daniel, got her from a box in a parking lot. When I came home from work, there she was on the bed playing with a christmas bow as big as she was. She was so young that she still had blue eyes.

Originally, she stayed in our room and was so sweet. Then she barked. Chevy is by no means a large dog but to hear her bark you would think that she was a doberman. This was the start of her attitude. Later, she became very attached to her grandma, Tammy, because I was working and going to school and Daniel was working.

For her first summer she went on her first road trip to Alabama where, unfortunately, she ran into a bunch of cats that chased her and she now has a fear of anything smaller than her.

Now she lives in our first apartment and pushes me off the bed. She sleeps alot and picks on her little brother, Lucky.