named for the famous reindeer, vixen pranced into our house on december 24th, 2001, a pot-bellied, barrel-chested, pointy-eared ball of pitbull-lab energy. she may have slimmed out and calmed down a little over the years, but she's still chock-full of crazy antics and theatrical mannerisms, and does a wonderful job of keeping the kitchen floor tidy, the cats herded, and our house guests charmed.ps: let's hope this post doesn't show up on the art thief's blog tonight!




