Setting the scene…
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Russo the Rooftop Chiweenie
My Chiweenie Russo thinks He is part mountain goat He climbs on tables with or without a chair. He eats mail and paper money. Anything that's is possibly chewable becomes fair game to My little FurBaby service dog
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Previously
…“He really is something, isn’t he?” Rex murmured, watching Russo’s paws twitch in his sleep. Amy smiled, a warm, knowing smile. “He is. Our little mountain goat. Our legend.” Russo, in his sleep, let out a tiny, contented snuffle. He didn’t know he was a legend. He didn’t know he was a Chiweenie. He just knew he was Russo, and that was enough. He had a mountain-heart, a spirit as vast as the sky, and a love for adventure that would forever echo in the tales told by the neighborhood. And that, for a tiny dog with a giant soul, was a pretty perfect ending. Or perhaps, just the beginning of many more legendary tales to come.