I'm the new girl. This is me at 4 months. I really don't know how beautiful I am, but everyone at the dog park calls me a little princess, so I guess I must be something special. I'm a Great Pyrenees, and I was born down on the farm, outside a barn. Can you believe that? A barn! My brothers and sisters are still there, just starting out as rookie Livestock Guard Dogs for a bunch of goats. But not me! I got outta Goatsville as soon as I could--left those bumpkins behind at the tender age of 6 weeks and headed for the city in a Lexus. That's much more my style! I love that car. It has a great AC vent. I rest my chin on it, or paw it to get more cool air out.

Actually I might not be a little princess much longer. I'm getting pretty big these days. I might top out at 90-100 lbs! So I will be a very large princess. I really must learn not to jump up on people! I'm trying very hard, but it's so difficult...I just want to see them face-to-face, and I'm already tall enough to lick anyone's chin! I can't understand why they don't seem to appreciate it! Aren't we princesses supposed to kiss frogs?!

	I'm one of those luxury Thoroughbred horse jobs, the sort of horse other people always have, real classy black model with a well-bred look and a lot of power and style. Rather like a Lexus with opinions. I do have opinions. I've been around here for a couple of years, and it's about time I was recognized as the prince of the place. I mention this everytime she tightens my girth...that sort of thing is beneath
my royal dignity, and I have to turn around and give her an aristocratic look of spite. She tightens it anyway. We are still holding ambassadorial negotiatons on the matter, as on the various courtesies and requirements of the discipline of dressage. I am heroic, as befits a prince. I do not flinch in fear from anything. Helicopters can fly over me at 30 feet, cement trucks can roll right past...I am what is known in the horse biz as "bomb-proof." However, now and then it suits me to change my direction. I feel that it is her duty to me as my varlet to follow in my wake. Instead of going right, I turn around and go left, whether or not she turns around with me. We have been known to part company in this unfortunate manner.