Small Dogs: No
They call me Hobo but I’m not partial to aimlessly wandering the countryside. I don’t like extreme temperatures and I imagine I would encounter both wandering between Flagstaff and Tucson. I’m more of a homebody. I like to be with my people, go on long walks, toss squeaky toys in the back yard, and relax on a huge doggie bed while gnawing on a marrow bone. However, whoever is lucky enough to adopt me needs to know that I’m one smart pooch. For instance, if you try to corral me in the kitchen using a baby gate, it won’t work. I can open gate latches. If you wag your finger at me and tell me not to countersurf, don’t be surprised if the lights suddenly go out in the living room while you’re reading the newspaper: I can turn light switches on and off. HA! Aren’t I just a kick in the petunia.