Cheyenne

Cheyenne was adopted July 31st, 2000, it was my birthday. I was planning on moving back to Western NY from Phoenix in just over a months time, and decided adopting a puppy to take along was a good idea. Yes, slightly... unconventional. It worked perfectly, however.

Cheyenne is a Pit Bull/Australian Shepherd mix. She's a bit scardy cat, far more likely to leave a Cheyenne sized imprint in the wall than get into an argument with anyone. She's also a mutant. In her prime, she was upwards of 80lbs of solid muscle. Not a bit of fat on that body of hers.

Two years ago, she was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. Bone cancer. She was given 4-6 months, tops. So much for that theory, thank God. She has her good days and her bad, I'm thankful every day that I listened to my gut and not the advice of my (beloved, mind you) vet.

She's been an interesting dog. She was a terror as a puppy, and needed scheduled naps much like a child, or there was no living with her. She became the primary bodyguard for my cousin when he was younger, including physically removing him from potentially dangerous situations, like the stairs. She's always welcoming to new family members of the four legged persuasion, even if she is a big fat tattletale when it comes to the cats!