When she was roughly 5 - 6 weeks old someone found her on Christmas Day. Her whiskers were melted, she had a huge wound on her side, and she was skin and bones. I took her home to mend with every intention of finding her a home. Apparently she already knew she was home! This girl is very affectionate and cuddly.
Kirby thinks she is quite mean and gives her plenty of room and respect. Even though she has made him cry on several occasions he has been known to be rather protective of her. Guess it's a family kind of thing, after all, she is one of his pack. The only time Kirby ever stands his ground with her is at bedtime. For some reason he decided that she is not allowed to sleep in my bedroom. If she is in there when we are getting ready for bed, he will bark at her persistently until she leaves the room.