My New Furry Little Monster

And, little monster is his nickname. For now. Until he gets big.



No dogs were harmed in the taking of that picture. See what I mean? Here's a better pic where he looks like an angel.



He was actually my Aunt's, but she gave him to us because she couldn't handle how hyper he was. He's a well behaved little boy most of the time. He knows how to sit on command, doesn't jump or even talk to people unless they speak to him first. And, yes, he is a Pit. Pits aren't naturally bad.

We call him Prince Otto the Tiger. Strange I know, but that's what makes me fabulous. He's best friends with my Princess Peanut, and he's sitting in my lap right now napping, snoring, and dreaming. Spoiled rotten.