We rescued Tinkerbell from the animal shelter a little over nine years ago. We were amazed that no one had come in to claim her. Then we were home with her and found that she would steal food from our plates, right out from under our noses if we weren't paying attention. Her mask was darker then, and that mask, along with her thieving, earned her our nickname for her, our little pirate dog. She also likes to be curled up under the covers with us. She gives the sweetest teeny little kisses. She looks at us with those eyes that are soulful and so full of love. She gleefully prances when we come home. And those ears. C'mon. We didn't know then how fitting "our little pirate dog" would be now, but at around 10 or 11 years old, with the breath of a dead fish, when she yawns she could sink a ship.