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?

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

Both men said they each wanted to adopt me. But I could only have one furever home. The shelter attendant suggested a lottery where the winner gets me.