Name: Bonnie

Age: 9 years

Oldest of the canine conspirators, Bonnie is the smart, devious, and utterly devoted to just two things, fetching a ball to be thrown, and food, the only thing that will divert her attention from the ball.

Bonnie gets along well with the cats, having been raised by Ms. Bitch, the leader, and Buckethead her second in command.

Genetically, Bonnie is a mix of German Sheperd (where alison swears she get's her brains) and Malamute, where she gets her fuzz.

Malamutes are a northern breed...this means that Bonnie pretty much sheds 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. It's simply worse in the spring when she blows her utterly useless (in this climate) fine, downy undercoat, which proceeds to get carried into every nook and cranny of the house.

Sadly, Bonnie died 7/23/2001. She'd been sick, and we thought it was another bout of an autoimmune disease she suffered, but it turned out to be widespread cancer. We miss her a lot.