I have a not so little halfbreed malteste dog and I love him to death. He's the perfect size. About the size a big cat. Just small enough to be a house dog, but big enough to have a cute bark when he tries to be mean. Though the idiot runs away from smaller dogs but gets ferocious at big big dogs and I have to grab him and run before he gets eaten.

What I love best about my dog is that he's ultimately very good natured. He's scared of little children though, they always grab at him and cause some type of pain. Though he's spoiled to the 10th degree. Whenever I go home to visit he barely leaves my side. If I'm sitting on the coach he demands to come up next to me. If I'm eating dinner, he's either pawing at my legs or looking intently at my mom who's passing out the food. But at night, the little bastard demands up onto my bed. He knows to sleep at my feet first because his hair eventually tickles my nose, but by morning he's firmly curled up underneath my arm.

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