Estee is an old Creole word meaning 'little pretty'. And she certainly is. She is everything a poodle should be. With attitude to spare! Estee owns me body and soul and she knows it. She's my baby. My husband brought home a pug puppy almost two years ago, and is still such a puppy. Estee merely tolerates Bijoux, although the relationship has progressed some. Bijoux is much bigger than Estee and can play a bit rough, but Estee holds her own. They like to nap together on the deck in the morning sun. Then it's back to chasing, playing, and fighting. Never a dull moment. Anything can and does happen. The parrot doesn't like either one, and they don't think much of him either. I'm Estee's favorite toy. She'd much rather play with me than any ball or stffed animal. She loves her tummy scratches and to be perched on my shoulder. I learned long ago how to do things with the one hand. But she's not at all spoiled. Not one bit. Ha! Estee is completely rotten, as it should be.