Jennica came to me from a friend, a girlfriend, when I was in high school. She was about a year old and she was energetic to a fault. She bounced and moved and spasmed all the while trying to sit still, trying to please people. She would eat crackers and drink apple juice out of the bottle, preferring it to water, given the choice.
We had her groomed and shaved once a year to help her cope with the summer heat and she looked like a completely different dog. She could go from a long-haired, flop eared mutt to a respectable little dog with the buzz of the clippers.
But she got old, like everything does, and the decision was made to help her sleep. She was a little dog and I hope she sleeps well.