The new mighty wonderdog in our house is Skip. He's a rescue pup, five years old, ridiculously sweet. But he's also a 70 pound lab/bull terrier mix, so it's a good thing he's sweet. I think he could bite a basketball; his head is enormous, and it's full of teeth.
He's already hanging out with Tanzi, who looks skinny and frail beside him. Fortunately, Skip recognizes that the girl is the boss, which is the general custom in our house. One problem is that if you sit on the floor he imagines that this means you are a toy, or at least someone whose lap might now be occupied. He's pretty serious about getting into your lap.
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