I think Queenie had to have lived in a loving home before she came to us, given how affectionate she is. She often rolls over like this when she wants a chest scratch. We’re still learning about her (and she about us, I’m sure), but so far, so good, and no bad encounters with other dogs. A neighbor down the street met Queenie and literally fell in love with her. I think she would have asked to adopt her on the spot if she didn’t already have a tiny, fluffy dog of her own.

For Queenie's story, see the previous picture.

Bonanza, posted earlier: