It was right around between the pummel and the obsessive licks to my face that I recognized the pup’s lineage. “By Saint Bernard, you’re a Yorkie! Wait, but not quite. There’s something else that I can’t quite pinpoint–” “Morkie! I’m a Morkie!” The pup, yet again, piped right in without raising a paw for permission.

 
I may be a bully mix but I’m a lover not a “bully.” What am I?

 Name’s Shooter. One side of my family is into herding and the other half is a bully breed. What am I? This is the cute look I give you before I take your blankie.

 
You might not know what my pedigree is but you can tell I’m all handsome! What do I look like to you?

It’s me, Irie, here to tell you everything about why Jackahuahuas are the best doggie you’ll ever give a belly rub to! Okay, pues sí, I’m biased; I am but of course, a J.R.Chi myself.

The humans snicker every time they say what kind of dog I am – a Chiweenie.