Being Louise means at about 65 pounds, you're the smallest of the Run*A*Round pack (but also the toughest).
Being Little Louise means you're often stuck with the center seat on the doggie couch (I was the youngest of 8 kids and always had to sit on the hump in the middle of the back seat of the car, too.)
Baron, Louise, Thelma on the doggie couch and BB on the fold-out cushion.
Or sometimes you squeeze into whatever space you can get.
Being Louise means you've taken on venomous Water Moccasins and Copperheads multiple times and gotten bit by both. Also raccoons, skunks, coyotes, opossums, armadillos, nutria, bulls and cows, horses, other dogs, cats, even your own sister, Thelma. Being Louise means you're a survivor.
Being Louise means you've had a rough start in life (she and Thelma were dumped on a back road and were starving at about 8 months of age when we found and rescued them) and you've been turning gray-faced since you were 5 years old. But you still manage to smile a lot.
BB and Louise
Now, at age 11 1/2 years, aches and ailments have slowed you way down.
But to your mom, you're still her "perfect little hound dog."