|Fiona the puppy, now available on Fine Art America|
I'm going to be a German Shepherd when I grow up. I'm going to be big and strong and have really long teeth and scare all the other dogs with my low, slow growl. I will eat my weight in steak and just walk up onto to any piece of furniture with my long legs. I will lie down anywhere I want, whenever I want. Just look at me, at my coloring and markings. It's obvious that I'm going to be a purebred German Shepherd.
Fiona looked like a German Shepherd puppy, especially when her floppy ears went erect. And she grew quickly, but stopped at nine pounds. Her muzzle never grew long, and her teeth, though sharp, are not long. She's a princess with a wardrobe larger than that of many humans. She has enough toys to last a hundred lifetimes, and she loves the squeaky toys, the louder the better. And she kills them. Yes, in spite of her size, Fiona is a warrior princess and has even killed a mouse. Well, she discovered a dead mouse and made sure it was dead. She watches the neighborhood, alerting her people to the approach of strangers. She is nine pounds of physically fit, beautiful Chorkie, using her long legs to jump onto all the furniture. Well, most of it. She lies down where ever she wishes, whenever she wishes.
That was then and this is now. I am a Chorkie, a damned sexy, well dressed, smart Chorkie. I am pretty sure if I ever run into a German Shepherd, I'll be able to take her. I am Fiona, the Warrior Princess.