Chapo...

Day 2 of Dog Week. Here's Chapo (Spanish for "Shorty"!).

"I'm guessing he's about five. I was told that he was two. Everyone who's looked at him says especially because of the grey in his beard that he's probably about five. But I got him out of a place that basically looked like a crack house. It wasn't in the best spot; the woman had like four kids and she seemed like maybe she was struggling with all that. Maybe she couldn't afford it. He's extremely well behaved, he's really well-trained, he loves people, loves dogs. Really, the only time he acts up or he barks is if there's a dog he doesn't get to meet. If there's a dog across the street and he doesn't get to meet him, he'll start hopping at first, get upset, and then he'll bark, but other than that, I mean, it's amazing. Some people say that maybe it's that he really appreciates what he has now. He's living in an area like this, you know, we're right downtown. He's spoiled--he eats well, we go to the canal and grill almost every day for breakfast or lunch and he'll get a little meat or something."