It was me! Leia.
My story began six years ago, when my humans stopped in to see my mom and sisters. I kicked my litter mates aside, looked these people in the face, and said, “Take me home.” As usual, I got my way.
I love to chase balls.
And play in the snow.
And walk on the beach in Manasquan.
When my humans watch late night baseball, I’m there with them, cheering on the New York Yankees.
I am also, unofficially, the mayor of Hoboken. Everybody there knows me, including people my mom and dad don’t know. So when I make the rounds, I try to expose my humans to new people.
Take the bars, for example. Bouncers say, “Hello, Leia”, and open doors.
Bartenders invite me in and let me sit on the bar.
Now this has led some to wonder if I have a drinking problem. Though I like to sneak a nip now and then, my humans keep an eye on me. You’d think they’d respect a spaniel that has her own wine label.
So from this spirituous spaniel, to you… Cheers.