Some Dallas dog owners have been dumping their pooches at a dog park. I say, GRRRR!

I used to hate going to the vet, but now I look forward to it. Here’s why.

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 don’t remember much from when I was little, until I was picked up and put in a place where there were lots of other dogs but we couldn’t play with each other.

Mis perritos, first impressions can last a lifetime, que no? I’m at about that age and in that phase, yes my amiguitos, they call it puppy love.