Officially I am a JUG.  Articles written about us describe us as hybrids or designer mutts.  All I know is I'm cute and I really try to use that to my advantage.  I don't try to be bad, I just have too much energy coursing through my little body I almost can't help it.  I am really just testing my boundaries.  I now know for a fact that eating the living room carpet is a very bad idea and results in being forced to throw up.  I am fearless, I'll chase anything as far as it will go, dodging traffic doesn't even make me blink.  Mommie jokes that one of these days she's just going to let me go but I know she doesn't mean it.  I have her wrapped around my little toe.  I'm really good at giving puppy eyes and melting her heart.  I try and talk to the humans to explain myself but they just don't understand my grunts and warbles.  My older brother Bingo is showing me the ropes.  He helps me get some of my energy out by running and chasing me through the yard, but I don't know if he forgets or goes out of bounds on purpose to make my leash jerk me back.  Not that it phases me, I just jump right back up and start running again.  I still haven't figured out this whole howling thing he and mommie call "singing", but I try and chime in sometimes.  It makes her laugh and she deserves that.  Like when I curl up and fall asleep inside the laundry tub or on top of daddy's head while he's laying down.  My only regret in life is that I'm growing up too fast and can't fit behind the couch to hog all the air coming out of the vent anymore.