This is our dog, Angus. He's a Boston Terrier and Pug mix, but about twice the size of his parents at 22 pounds. Also, he's only a year and four months old. To say the least, he's a handful.
A normal baby gate is nothing for him to jump, so we use two when gating him in the kitchen. I hate to say it, but he's mostly (but not entirely) toilet trained. He lets us know most of the time when he needs to go out, but if he's feeling ignored he'll sneak off somewhere and go. So we're working on it.
He can alternately be crazy and cute, a whizzing bundle of energy and snoring soundly with his eyes open. I'm definitely more of a cat person than a dog person, but I like him, he's our dog.
A normal baby gate is nothing for him to jump, so we use two when gating him in the kitchen. I hate to say it, but he's mostly (but not entirely) toilet trained. He lets us know most of the time when he needs to go out, but if he's feeling ignored he'll sneak off somewhere and go. So we're working on it.
He can alternately be crazy and cute, a whizzing bundle of energy and snoring soundly with his eyes open. I'm definitely more of a cat person than a dog person, but I like him, he's our dog.
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