Mandy, Mandy, Mandy...she gets cuter every day. She has settled in quickly and I can tell she feels totally at home here. She's learning the rules of the house and is a fast learner too. Her reaction to strange noises has improved considerably - now she looks at me when she starts to react to see if i am going to correct her before crashing onto the front door. Thankfully, that behavior is coming to an end. Her personality is truly something special too. The give-in-to-me pout with her oh, oh, ohs are the best. She will sweetly tell you when she objects to something you tell her to do...this is when her stubborn boxer side comes out. If I tell her to move - off the couch, off the bed - she stares at me giving me the silent treatment. I know she hears me because next comes the tail thump, then the grumblings and rumblings, and finally, she decides to move. Tiny, sweet little Mandy commands attention, and she will throw her paw at you if don't get her cues quick enough. She's not dominant in any way - it's just her way of saying love me, play with me, and love me some more. Mandy love, loves, LOVES to play, wrestle and run. Even at night, in the snow, it's game on, and it's non-stop until one of them passes out. Her, Marv and Sasha all tug on the rope toys and drag each other all over the yard, but I think the holee roller ball might be her her favorite toy, and she's a champ at bringing it back to you. Every once in a while, the little firecracker finally tires herself out and she squeezes herself in between (or on top of) Marvin and Sasha and crashes for the night.