Vespa is my daughter's dog, but she still lived at home when she got her, so the two of us bonded early on. She is a Rhodesian Ridge-back and has the temperament and personality of Madonna. Cold bitch most of the time, unless you happen to have some food in your hand, then she will work out a deal.
I have to hand it to her, she went from slut to wonderful mother, almost overnight. Because she didn't practice birth control and lived with a male Mastiff, she gave birth to 12 puppies. It was heartwarming to watch her nurse those 12 adorable critters, without ever taking a break for herself. I thought nursing one kid at a time was exhausting so I personally expected her to take off with the Retriever down the street. Fortunately, she stayed and was a wonderful, caring milk factory mother to her puppies. That was the only time she let her ego take a back seat. She didn't leave that spot for six weeks and her twelve puppies all grew up to be healthy, enormous, beautiful dogs, with the ridge growing down their backs, just like mom.
Even though she buried her husband and some of her offspring, she still manages to remain young at heart. She has even adjusted to my granddaughter and has accepted the fact that she is no longer the "top dog" of the house. I love her more than anything and can't imagine my world without her.
She may have a chip on her shoulder, but you would too if you were named after an Italian scooter.
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