FayeIt's good to be the middle little.
Arguably the most adorable of My Lucky 7, Faye hardly suffers from Middle Child Syndrome, mainly due to her diminutive size, of course. Basically, she's cute and she knows it. At nearly half the size of everyone else, she gets pampered like no tomorrow. When you're the smallest of the lot, more often than not, there's always enough room for you to squeeze your way onto someone's lap. And while I don't play favorites myself, I have a firm belief that my dad most likely would save Faye first from a burning building!
Actually, he has an interesting theory about Faye. I gave some details a few months prior about one of my pups unfortunately passing away prematurely a couple of days after she was born. She herself was tiny, so naturally my dad believes Faye to be a reincarnation of the one we lost. It's certainly a nice sentiment, but I never suspected that to be the case. Faye is unique enough as it is, and I don't want to burden her with the thought of having to carry her sister's legacy.
Anyway, much like each and every single one of my canine toys, Faye has provided me with ample joy and comic relief. Being small means her legs can't carry her anywhere near fast enough to avoid the sibling stampede of her larger versions. Even with a head start, she'll get puppy rolled almost every time and I've witnessed this with guilty pleasure far too often. It's absolutely hilarious and would easily go viral if I ever managed to catch it properly on film.
I guess if there's one fault Faye has, it's that she's incredibly
protective. It would be wise NOT to sneak into her territory when she's comfortably snuggled next to one of us (especially my dad) because she will ninja attack and bite you with her mini teeth, ultimately tickling you to death with the kyoot! #Faye