Bitsy Sue loved riding in my bicycle basket. I would usually put a brown paper sack in the bottom of the basket so her little paws wouldn’t fall through the wires and she would ride with me wherever I would take her. Once I rode down to the corner gas station to get some candy or some other treat and left her at home, or at least I thought I did. While making my decision of what treat I’d buy (probably Giant Sweetarts) I turned around and there was Bitsy Sue standing outside looking in as if to say, “Why did you leave me at home? I wanted to go, too.”
She was a protector, too. If someone came to the house she didn’t know she'd bark like she would tear them apart.