my big girl...

She's a beauty. Really, she is. She's 9 1/2. I got her four months after I married Toby. She's my big girl. The protector of our home. The bark-er. At everyone. Even when she knows them. Her claws clack across our floor everyday. She knows to stay off the couch, but refuses to listen.

I picked her out simply because of the star on her chest.

Isn't she pretty?