Trust me when I tell you that Uno the showdog is a far, far cry from Mighty, the super spoiled, nappy haired dog that I'm stuck babysitting through the weekend (and my sister says that I don't love her).
Aside from the fact that I don't necessarily care for small dogs, Mighty is about 30 pounds of nothing but bad dog. He whines constantly, barks at the tiniest noise (did I mention that I live in the hood? where police sirens, babies crying and folks arguing is considered mood music) requires a pillow, bed, blanket and countless toys to be comfortable and takes his dumps IN the house (wee wee pads are the tools of the devil).
I swear, if he tries to jump up on my couch or pee in my living room ONE more time, there's going to have to be a prayer circle for for his salvation.