Scuba's first birthday party, October 18, 1996.
She was so tiny, she could sleep in a cat bed(which she is sitting on top of in the photo). She was the first dog I could ever call my own and she changed my life forever. She and her littermates were rescued by a friend of mine who stopped a very evil man from abandoning the six week old puppies in the desert. She got her name after she ripped apart my scuba gear and walked into the living room with my scuba goggles in her mouth. It was such a silly sight that I didn't have the heart to be angry. Scuba became my best friend and would show me how rewarding life could be living with one crazy pooch.