Please join me in thanking the doctors at the Spirit of 76th Vetranary
Clinic, for their kindness and gentle handling of both Princess and Dusty
(and not to mention me). My gratitude especially goes out to Dr. Troy,
who saw Princess through her last weeks and tried everything he could to
help her.
Princess was born on June
10, 1986. She was supposed to be a black poodle, exactly what I was looking
for, but as she grew she turned out to be silver-colored, with a little
white star on her chest and a white chin. When I got her she could fit
into the palm of my hand, and was the perfect size for my niece, Becky
to carry around. 
Shortly after I got Princess I had to have surgery on my hand and was unable to work for nearly three years. During that time Becky, Prinny and I spent a lot of time together.
We would go nearly everywhere together and wherever we went people loved to pet and cuddle Prinny.
She was always good-natured and sweet-tempered. The only time she would snap or growl was when someone pulled her ears or pinched her. But that was rare. She never bit Becky or her brother Nick and she never minded being carried about.
Princess loved to run and play in the snow. She would dash out the door
and run full tilt around the yard in a big circle, ears flying, barking
with delight. Then she would flop onto her back and wiggle and roll, especially
if the snow was fresh and powdery. 
She also loved chasing rabbits and squirrels in the yard. She never
hurt them, but something of the original hunting stock that all poodles
come from must have run strong in her, because she could sight a small
animal quickly, and would chase it tirelessly.
She was the best dog a person could have: a loving companion who seemed to know my moods and a cheering welcome in an empty house.
'Bye Bye, Baby...... I love you..................
jude dettmann
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3/15/99