Muffy had been a part of the Jolley family I believe since 1997. That made Muf Muf 11 years old when she died today. I wanted her when I was in the 6th grade, after seeing my cousin's puppy (who was Muffy's sibling). My mom said if we could get rid of my 3 cats that we could get the puppy...and so we did. She was a cute fluffy ball. I remember the naming process....what name could we give this precious little dog?? Around this same time, my brother Robbie had recently referred to himself as "A Stud Muffin." My mom then said...what about Muffy? It was the perfect name for the black and white ball of fluff. She came home with us and slept with me her first night with us...I could tell she was adjusting when I woke up to Muffy chewing my fingers. She instantly became a part of our family. She loved when my mom would do laundry. It always seemed as anyone held up socks in the air to try and see if one matched the other....that Muffy thought this was her game. She would attack the sock in the air. She also hated for my hair to be in a pony tail and would find a way to get the pony tail holder out of my hair, if I were near her level. She grew...and grew...and soon was quite obese for such a small dog. ....But her size was just part of her character. At dinner time she had her place....right beside my Daddy (on the floor not in the chair)...and whatever Daddy had, Muf Muf also sampled. And we wonder why she became so heavy? She loved popcorn and could still catch it in mid-air....this was her only trick but she really had it mastered! She was a 12 inch tall cow dog, okay so she did not really help herd the cattle, but she loved to tag along in the truck with my Daddy. She was a sweet dog....she was gentle, too. She handled nearly 4 years of my pestering dog, Chloe, invading her territory and attacking her. She was good with the grandkids....and came to enjoy their food falling to the floor from the high chair. She was so content....until you mentioned a haircut or a bath! She lived a long life for a little dog. I remeber sobbing on the way from my wedding to the hotel because I did not tell Muf Muf where I was going...and she would think that her "sissy" (haha) had abonded her. I tried to explain as I layed on the floor face to face with her the next time I saw her why I was moving and that I would miss her and come back and never forget her. I will miss her little fat self, I will miss her horrible over bite, and her dreadful breath. She was the first dog that I really loved! So, farewell my sweet Muffy dog! You were loved by all and will forever be cherished in our hearts. Thank you for bringing us so much joy for 11 years.