I’ve been found of little pug dogs ever since Milo and Otis. There’s something very funny about them–especially when they get all ferocious with toys or camera straps, or a blueberry.
Don’t sell ’em short. A little white pug in my neighborhood launched herself at a German shepherd five times her size, after the big dog had attacked her brother. Otis himself couldn’t have done better–and he had screenwriters on his side.