Zorro, my little pumpkin…although born of the same litter as all the rest, came out smaller than a little pompek with a little Doberman’s bobtail.
Stretching my long legs
Because he is so small he tends to get pushed around by his bigger brothers, so he’s the lucky one that gets to stay in the house with us. He appears to have gotten instructions from his daddy – Frisky, to watch over my mom, because let me tell you…he does not ever leave her side. He is her personal bodyguard. He would also run in barking if anything is wrong outside.
They do say the smallest ones have the loudest voices.
