I am a dog person . . . and to a somewhat lesser extent a cat person. In addition to the two bipeds who currently live at my house, we have a total of four quadrapeds -- two canine and two feline. At one point we also had two snake-type (i.e. no-peds) but they both slithered off to the Rainbow Bridge. This post is about the most junior member of the household.
Max turned five in November and he is very much like most 5 year old boy creatures. He enjoys junk food (whenever he can lay his paws on it), sleeping in on the weekends, harassing his sisters (mostly the feline one, who I will admit seems to egg him on) and he will cuddle up if he thinks there is something in it for him. He is cute and he knows how to use it to his advantage.
Now, Max came to our family when he was already almost two years old. My cousin had rescued him from an owner who was unhappy that he was not a the 5-pound 'Yorkie' she believed she had bought. She was planning to have him 'put down'. There is a very special place in Hell for someone who would consider doing that. Seriously, I do not care what his "papers" (not CKC variety) say, he is NOT a Yorkie. He weighs a healthy 15 pounds and no matter how long we go between trips to the puppy parlour, his hair never gets long and silky. He has a double-coat with a water-proof outer layer, like a Cairn or Westie. My personal opinion (and that of my vet and her techs) is that he is an Australian Terrier -- pretty much breed standard in fact.
Now, if he could just stop wanting to kill visitors.....