Meet Apollo

Apollo is my rental dog.  My daughter saved him from a potentially rough start on life.  One problem, she can't have pets.  So I guess I'm a doggie daddy until for a while.

Apollo is some type of small breed. I'm assuming he's half hairball and half cute.  He's so sweet he craps Skittles.  I've never had a dog that was under 40 pounds so this is a bit awkward to me. This dog has to weigh about three pounds or less. There's just not a whole lot of dog here.  I guess since I've been saying "he" you've figured out he's a boy.  He is male, but I'm going to let him decide his own sexual preference when he's ready.  I don't care if he's a gay dog or not.  I'm cool with whatever lifestyle he want's to live.

My cat Wolfie does not approve of Apollo so far but I'm sure she'll show him who's boss.

The two big dogs apparently don't care two much about the new rental dog.  They haven't really tried to baby him yet. I think they're confused at this small thing that looks like a dog, but is kind of too small to be a dog.

As far as Apollo's background go, he was a hired mercenary in Bosnia, that's where he developed a taste for vodka, curvy tattooed women and international intrigue. He his trained in several marshal arts, including Kendo (the art of stick fighting).  Even though he could kill a man with just one swipe of a paw, he'd rather convince you to just take a nap with him. I will try to keep you up to date with Apollo's adventures (at least the ones that don't involve his work in setting up shadowy puppet governments in third world countries).