When I met my mum, I was 5 years old. I was a gentle giant, a cross of a german shepherd and a golden retriever. My first owner had wanted a rough and tumble sort of dog for his children to play with, but I was intimidated by them. I just did not want to be around them and kept my self to my self. The owners wanted to get a new dog, so they started lending me to friends and relatives for a few days here and there. Mum was upset by this and offered to take me on, but on the condition, that nobody could borrow me any more. I had the peaceful life I deserved in my new home with my housemates Keira and Colin. Keira did not like me at first, but we managed to work it out. I lived in my happy new home for 7 years and then I went to heaven when I was 12 years old.
I also get called Tasha Gnasher. I like... to beg for food at barbecues and jump into strange cars... dislike storms and small dogs... snow which stuck to my feet in great balls
I am special because... i am a sweet and lovable, perfectly ladylike and dignified dog. i do not have a mean bone in my body.