Alexandra was the smaller, weaker puppy in the litter. She has always been reserved and cautious about new people in her home. She prefers to snuggle in her blankie and bark at anyone she perceives to be an outsider. Her favorite person is Grandpa Marty (my dad) who is always slipping her little tid-bits to eat when he visits. It literally took him years to gain her trust and get her to sit in his lap.

Alex is the spinster-aunt of the family, tolerating those annoying puppies as best she can, then escaping to the sofa when they get too rambunctious for her gentle nature. She prefers belly rubs to sharp puppy teeth. Who can blame her?