My own little booger Puggle. Supposedly.
Mr. Contrary sometimes.
Stubborn SOB.
But not as mighty as Mr Cat.
Mini-Tiger (thank god there is not an oversized version) who owns the world. And him. And me.
Who sits down on the sidewalk in front of a guy walk walking a couple dobermans.
Hit by cars. Bitten several times in the neck with abscesses. Stroke or something which lushed him a few weeks and continues a few years onwards.
Cat lives on somehow.
As a kitten throughout the first night in our bed he jumped on my head with claws for 4-5 hours. I finally had enough and grabbed kitten by the scruff and put him under a cold shower. After that the wet little basterd finally purred by my pillow. It ain't nothing.
Sits on command for treats. Goes for walks. Always there next to me when I sit down. More dog than the dog.
This stubborn dog's spine hairs become a full mohawk around bigger dawgs like a full Rhodisian Ridgeback. and he chases tennis balls like a Lab.
Neither classic Pug or Beagle behavior.
He walks by rabbits in the back yard but stays focused to this:
