All About Mabel

Don't be fooled—I'm no hardened criminal or street thug sporting my gangsta look. I'm just REALLY COLD. My name is Mabel, baby, princess, little princess, sugar-snap, gorgeous, darling, sweetheart and honey. Sometimes they call me "bad-girl," but I don't know what that means. Sometimes I like to play with my dad and not respond to my real name so he'll chase me. It's HILARIOUS and really fun—try it if you get a chance.

I've trained my dads really well, too. They tried to put me in my crate at night when we all go to bed, but my masterful crying broke them down and now I get to snuggle wherever I want. I really like people and other dogs; I just don't have enough kisses to give. I do get too excited sometimes and make a little bad-bad on the floor, but it's only because I want to give the good lovin'. My dads are really good though, and never embarrass me about it.

I was born in Pennsylvania but consider myself a New Yorker because I really like fashion, although I'm not too keen on wearing my shoes–bit of a hippie, I guess. I'm all about the peace and love and against violence, unless it has to do with chasing a squirrel or mouse at our house in the country. Those nasty beasts like to toy and taunt me, which I do not appreciate one bit.

Other than that, I just like to nap and, even though my snoring and farting (did I say fart? I'm such a lady) keeps everyone awake, I know that I'm loved and feel blessed to be a part of my family.

Sloppy kisses to everyone,

Mabel