Dassa was a strong willed Whippet who drove every male Doberman she met totally crazy, and if she happened to like them too, there was none of this cuddly cutesy stuff, she would take over their crates and bite them in the nose. They always came back for more.

Dassa was a Champion in more ways than one, and she easily made the top ten Whippet list when she was being specialled. She was the mother of champions, and a good mother she was. Dassa spent a few days at the Vets office in the week before we lost her, then revived magnificently enough that we were able to bring her home.  On the way home she hungrily devoured a sfogliatelle claiming that they do not serve Italian pastries at our Vet’s office and that we should immediately change Vets. Once home, Dassa held court for the rest of the family, making herself at home in her favorite place, the snuggly bed in the computer room.  She remained active and busy for 24 hours and then rapidly deteriorated.  Sleep well, Dassa Whippet...