Their relationship started early on, too. As an infant, she would want to sleep close by where he was napping or be cuddled up when we nursed. They've always had a special connection, a different connection.
I think part of it is because Sassy lost her sister, Ginger, when Zach was just a little over a month old. And since he was still little and cuddly and not threatening, he became a source of comfort for her.
And for as rough as Zach likes to be, he is always gentle with Sassy. He loves to play with her but also takes great joy in petting her or rubbing her belly or just laughing at her antics! Sassy will be 11 years old this fall. I hope she has several more good, young years left in her so that
my her boy can have a good, strong set of memories of his first dog.