We adopted our precious fur baby from a shelter, I named her Coco Maria Oldham. Coco because of her color. Her birthday is on our wedding anniversary, April 6th. She will be four years old this year. She is mostly pit bull, with a little bit of lab mixed in. A lot of people are afraid of pit bulls, and think pit bulls are mean dogs. Believe me, that is not true of Coco. She is just a big baby, fifty pounds of baby. She is afraid of thunder, lightening, rain, sirens, and fire crackers. She will start shaking, whining, and hiding, if she hears any of those things. Her vet actually prescribed xnax for her, poor baby. I love her beyond measure, would be totally lost without her. She is definitely my faithful, loyal companion. I call her my nurse. Whenever I am not feeling well, which is quite often, she does not leave my side. If I am in bed, she lays right by my side. She will not leave, unless I get up, then she follows me, room, to room. When I take a bath, or shower, she lays beside the bathtub, until I am finished. When I am in the living room sitting in my recliner, she lays right beside me. When I get ready to get out of my recliner, because of my legs and feet, I cannot get up by myself. I will look at her, and say, Coco, help momma get up. She will jump down, get in front of my recliner, stand up with her paws on the foot rest, and push it down. Then, she waits for me to get up. She leads me to the bathroom. At night, when I am ready for bed, I look at her and say, you want to go to bed? Her ears perk up, and she keeps turning her head from side to side. Then, I say, take me to bed, take momma to bed. She gets down, and leads me to bed. If I am in another room, and need my husband, I look at her, and say go get pappa. She runs to whatever room he is in, and starts barking, and he comes to see what I need. Of course, she is also my play buddy. We play fetch with her toys, wrestle all over the place, and she loves to dance, and likes for me to sing to her. my Coco is one in a million.