Bibi (aka the Bibster) was born Aug 5, 1996, a beautiful black standard poodle, whom we got from the same breeder who had supplied us with our wonderful Mady. We got her in late fall 1997 to provide another friend for Mady after Zephy had died of some incurable spinal disease. In the picture above she was still a little puppy -- so black it was hard to see any detail -- except when she had snow on her muzzle or, occasionally, up close when you could catch the white of an eye. Full of energy, she accepted each day as a given. The first day it snowed she (having never seen snow in her life) ran out and started to play in it as if it were only to be expected. Humans would rub their eyes and ask what was going on. If the world were suddenly one morning to have been covered in trampolines, Bibi would not have stopped to question; she'd have run right out and started jumping on them all.
Here is another picture of her at about the same age. Eventually she grew up to be the same size as Mady, but glistening black. Unfortunately, she did not tend to stick around the property as all our other poodles (Tassel, Mady, and Laijka) have done. This caught us by surprise. At only 2-1/2 years old she wandered down our solitary country road half a kilometer to Danforth Ave. (which has traffic) and was unfortunately struck and killed by a passing truck. Here one of us (Rod) tried to cope with the meaning of her loss -- "To Bibi with Bouncing".