This is my Grandfather Jack’s other daughter, and my mom’s baby sister …or, well, at least that’s what my parents tell me! That’s why I call her my Aunt Prissy. She came to live with my grandparents the day after Thanksgiving of 2003. She was homeless, 2 year old yorkshire terrier, and Grandfather fell in love with her.
She is very very spoiled, and eats prime rib steak and chicken that my Gramma Cill cooks-to-order for her whenever she begs for it. She’s very pretty and very sweet and we all love her.
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