This is not my dog. He is my mom’s dog. Don’t let appearances fool you. Sure, he looks cute and cuddly… for the most part he is, but he is also incredibly vindictive. Leave the house without his permission and you will come home to find the molding around the door ripped off, the carpet chewed up, poop everywhere, and in general, something messed up. Whenever he sees me he does this weird hound dog yodel thing that sounds like he is being eaten alive by fire ants. He eats his own feces, rolls in his urine and roots around in the snow and mud looking for rocks to carry around in his mouth. While I would love to have a dog someday, an hour with this one pretty much cures me of the desire for pet ownership.
The face of evil