OK, that was Asha's nickname...Asha Posha Piddle Pants. Only because when she had to potty, she let you know.... and you had approximately 2 minutes to let her out, or it was going to be a little puddle... on the couch, on the bed...wherever. We think her bladder may have been damaged at some point (tossed from a moving car...perhaps?) But it was OK. It was who she was and managed it really well.
So, Asha's tribute week has come to an end, and I will finish by posting some other fun photos of her.
Gone, but NEVER forgotten. Rest in peace, sweet Asha Posha!