Little Debbie

 Meet Little Debbie 

Sorry, it's a creepy night picture with her eyes glowing.  Little Debbie is my friend's dog. Sort of. My friend can't technically have a dog where she lives.  

Last year I met Little Debbie for the first time.  I was with someone she didn't like, so she didn't like me.  I was determined to befriend her this summer.   Our first meeting, she was a little growly. But I explained to her that we were going to be friends, and she had to get over it.  Eventually, she let me pet her that day, and we became besties.  

I parked the church van at her (ahem, my friend's) house).  I would drive the car (that gets good gas mileage) down to the village of Kagman and then switch to the van to take kids back up to the church.  When Little Debbie heard me coming, she would jump off the porch and run around to where I would park and wait for me. Every single time. She always put a grin on my face.

Yesterday, Perry jumped out of my backpack at her feet.  She immediately snatched him up.  I was willing to break our friendship over Perry. But I yelled at her, and she put Perry down. (Perry was not harmed in the exchange.  Now he is also friends with Little Debbie.)

And do you want to know the names of her first litter of pups? Zebra Cakes, Honey Bun, Swiss Roll, Cosmic Brownie....  (Honey Bun is still around the neighborhood.)