Gunner was a dog who was one of my favorites but I had to let my grandparents take... for his sake. When I moved to NY my roommates and I decided we wanted a dog. When I say “we” I mean “they pet him once in a while and I train him, walk him feed him and so on”. We went to the pound and there wasn’t any small dogs and our place we needed a small dog. I was so sad because I wanted a pup. The lady behind the counter saw how bad I wanted a dog and gave me her number and said to call she had a dog who had pups. It turned out to be a Chihuahua that was raised by cats.This was one of the funniest dogs ever. We set him up with an awesome dog house. Over the next month people were missing things and when we cleaned out his dog house we found rings, earrings, lighters, a pack of cigarettes and an old corncob pipe(don’t ask).
He seemed like a happy dog and always loved cuddling with me (only time he pooped was in my roommates room or on our walks) and on his last day at our place in the middle of a conversation with my parents, grandparents and roommates he walked right over looked right at up at Tom the roomate... Then lifted his leg on Toms leg and walked away like nothing happened.