About Me–Bandit Queen
This a picture of me showing my displeasure at a decision made without asking me.
It was cold and rainty, and I was a miserable little dog. I was thrown away by somebody, but I don’t know why. I wandered around until I found a house that looked friendly from the outside. I made my way up to a door and scratched on it. A female human opened it, and I rushed in before she could change her mind about letting a poor, wet, stinky, pest-infested stranger into her house. I shouldn’t have been afraid, however, because she loved me at first sight–or so she said. She took me in, became my new mom, and introduced me to my new brother and sisters. She promptly got a towel and dried me off, petted me, stroked me, and started taking off all the things that were attached to my skin. I don’t think I ever had a name, but when dad saw me, he said “She looks like a Bandit Queen to me.” So, that’s my name, and I am very proud of it.
