Well, as soon as we got him, the dog and I made a pact.
In exchange for not peeing on me again, I'd see he gets a respectable dog name, won't have to wear clothes, with the exception of a sweater, and never, ever be put in a purse.
Article 2 of pact states that on completion of housebreaking bootcamp, he gains lifetime outdoor privileges, complete with bug and grass buffets, puddlewater, tug o' war battles for fetched toys, and the freedom to pursue both 'romantic interests' and the mailman.
Turns out getting fixed and a fence have limited his romantic interests and he likes the mailman.
In return I got a 4.5 pound package of pure canine, that easily earns the title "
man's best friend"
