Pixie

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Around now is Pixie's third birthday. I am not sure of the exact date. We got her January 2004 from the animal shelter. Before we adopted Pixie she had been abandoned by at least two families and had been treated badly. Our first year with Pixie was rough. She has never been mean she just has issues.

Now that she has gotten used to us, she is just about the world's best dog. She occasional digs in the yard or has an accident on the stairs, but for the most part she is spectacular. The only weird thing is that Pixie hates Japanese people. Who knew they could tell us apart. Dozens of people walk through our yard everyday. Pixie is friendly to everyone. However, no matter if she is chained in the yard or asleep in the house, if a Japanese person comes close to our home, Pixie has a nervous breakdown. She not only barks she growls and bears her teeth. I think perhaps the person who was mean to her in her past was Japanese.

Over the summer Lily learned to open the sliding glass door and let Pixie out. So I locked it. Then Lily learned to unlock the sliding glass door. This time she let out Pixie, Daisey (cat) and herself. By the time I noticed her missing Lily dressed in nothing but a diaper was about three quarters of the way to the playground, carrying her pink Carebear. Pixie stayed with Lily until I came outside, then it was every man for themselves and she took off in the other direction. So me in my pjs I was running threw the neighborhood trying to catch my stray two year child and two year old dog. Luckily I am faster than Lily and Pixie cannot refuse the temptation of cheese. So if you are ever in Misawa and hear someone yelling, "cheese" that would be me trying to catch my dog.

So happy birthday Pixie, we are so glad you have stopped using our rug as a toilet and our favorite souvenirs as chew toys. I wish that we were smart enough to have told the teenager not to use bleach to clean dog urine out of the carpet. Or smart enough to put our priceless hand painted in gold Egyptian papyrus scroll of King Tut's wedding, with our names written in hieroglyphics out of your reach. Hope that it tasted good.