Crystal was born a few days before Thanksgiving, 1989. She was the oldest member of our pack and definitely the scrappiest, living to the ripe old age of 15. She held her own against the bigger dogs. She was the daughter of Brandi, a cocker spaniel that my sister-in-law Barbara owned. Lara got me Crystal for Christmas in 1989, shortly before we moved from Birmingham to Albuquerque. I had a tough time coming up with a name for the pup and decided to name her Crystal after an incredible white German shepherd that a friend had in college.
Above left, Crystal and Bubba hang out. They were like brother and sister. Crystal was six months old when Bubba was six weeks. Above right, Crystal hits us with a little cocker spaniel attitude.